Thievery Company: Eternal Bliss with Pessimistic Pink Floyd

The band from Washington, D.C. was celebrated with enthusiasm at WUK in Vienna.

Originally just a DJ set, the Thievery Corporation from Washington, D.C. has evolved over the years to become the only really good band in the late ’90s electronica lounge area known as the downbeat. They were able to transmit their voices, which critics liked to categorize as “zeitgeist” and initially “ephemeral”, to the shining heights of eternity. They have to re-release their albums every few years because young people love them too.

Although Eric Hilton, one of the leaders in this group, is no longer making the rounds because he’s hiding in the studio recording detailed soundtrack albums for movies that probably never will be made, The Thievery Corporation is a hot live action. Rob Garza, her other head, loves to dance. Perhaps also because his repertoire consists of well-loved originals like percussionist Frank O. and guitarist Rob Myers.

Smokey world from double

Elegance and earthiness are arguably the most important components of Thievery Corporation’s aesthetic. This is exactly what the singers did. For example, the Virgin Islands’ Puma Ptah toaster, which impressively started with “Medley 2,” a powerful tour through the dub world that is heavily smoky. Raquel Jones, the musician’s most admired Jamaican since Grace Jones, doesn’t need a compass to navigate. Brilliant, she refined tracks like “Original” and “San San Roc” with her own hair. Classics like the sitar-dominated “Lebanese Blonde” and the unkempt “Amerimacka” had a hot vibe early on. The most remarkable pieces were sung by the exiled Iranian Lulu Glishhani. For example “Voyage Libre” and “Holographic Universe”, wonderfully mysterious sound scenarios. “We are smooth dreams, vivid memories, and all of it undoubtedly leads to immortality,” the book All We Realize reads: Pink Floyd could not have put it more beautifully.

On the journey through their work, the Thievery Corporation has also shed light on lesser-known angles such as “Philosopher’s Stone,” wonderfully sung by Frank O. Toward the end, Rob Garza, who usually hits the keys, got off his pedestal and hit a red guitar. Simply because it looks good.

The furious ending culminated in “Warning Shots” and “The Sky Will Burn”. The audience left the hall sweaty and slightly dreamy, but very happy.