Colisée Desjardins A, Victoriaville QC, May 15

LaibachColisée Desjardins A, Victoriaville QC, May 15
It's not often I walk out of a live show, but I did it to Laibach — again. I appreciate as truth the statement that this Slovenian band uses symbols of totalitarianism only as a commentary on the state of things as they are, but aesthetically, I find their schtick to be claustrophobic and airless. Laibach's presentation has advanced technically in the two decades since I last walked out on them, but their vibe remains the same.
I left while a taped angelic chorus accompanied a video image of white swords floating lazily against a black background, with bright white stage lights creating weighty dust columns that would've pleased Leni Riefenstahl or Albert Speer. My bag, it was not. Apart from the visuals, the sonics were so tightly scripted and controlled that there was no room for the freedom of musical expression this festival is supposed to represent.
When I returned an hour later, the band was still playing, but it was industrial dance music with images of booted feet marching on the screen behind them. It's fine people dig Laibach. They are just a band, after all. But still...
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