Recommendations of the Editorial team
Their 2025 tour for their new record “The Bad Fire” took Mogwai around the globe. It wasn’t just the fans in New York who spoke of huge waves of sound that you could feel right into your chest. Their set always revolved around their current works, but they also played many of their classics, including “Auto Rock”, “Mogwai Fear Satan”, “Christmas Steps” and “My Father, My King”. The quartet provided an absolute highlight at ROLLING STONE Beach last year.
Arte is now showing a recording of the performance on Saturday night (June 20th) at 12:20 a.m. He is also in the until September 16th Media library to see.
Anyone who is interested in our feel-good festival on Weissenhäuser Strand can expect an exciting line-up this year with The Notwist as the headliner and two spectacular and different shows by The Wallflowers. Also included: the cheerfulness. If you are still hesitant, you can read more HERE why ROLLING STONE Beach stands out from all other festivals in Germany.
Mogwai at ROLLING STONE Beach
This is how we felt about Mogwai’s concert at ROLLING STONE Beach:
Mogwai process their instruments in a way as if they were first shaping them live on stage into a form that suits their sound storm. As if leaning forward in a storm, they beat on their equipment, creating a torrential maelstrom of hardware store sound. It is sawed, sanded and a roar is created, which reaches the ears but then searches its way unreservedly through all the convolutions of the brain and into the stomach, arm and leg areas. The band from Glasgow offers a concert that can be experienced holistically. And it doesn’t matter that almost 40 minutes pass before Stuart Braithwaite steps up to the microphone for the first time to sing “Fanzine Made of Flesh” from the current album “The Bad Fire”.
He introduces the rock-pop part of the evening, which is more accessible for Mogwai standards. Looking at this type of equipment box doesn’t last too long. Then we chop it up again, only to create something big and new out of it.
When, after an hour and a half, the band says that they are no longer allowed to play – and even “We’re No Here” has to be shortened in the middle – everything still feels fantastically complete when the last notes of “My Father, My King” fade away.