Primavera Sound Barcelona
Everybody, deep down, is slightly masochist. It starts when we are little: we know that an iron burns, but we put our hand on it anyway, all five little fingers. Something similar happens in Mad Miran’s sessions, a deck terrorist, that nobody in his or her right mind would tell you to go to. You go anyway, you take the risk. You can always bail later. And, in fact it’s true, her mixture of mental techno, mutant electro and crazy trip-hop, itches, burns and stings, but once your in, there’s no way out.
SSFB #31 (2018)