Berlin Post-Punk Artist Rosa Damask Shares Four-Song “Adore You” Live Set Filmed at Silent Space
Berlin Post-Punk Artist Rosa Damask Shares Four-Song “Adore You” Live Set Filmed at Silent Space
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Rosa Damask:
🎵 Psycho, Leave Me Alone
from the album Adore You
Berlin Post-Punk Artist Rosa Damask Touches Grass in Her Nocturnal Video for “Adore You”
🖤 PLAYLIST #363
10 morceaux pour flotter dans le flou, frissonner sur la ligne de tension, danser doucement avec la nuit.
🎧 Au programme : darkwave élégante, folk en transe, garage rageur, post-punk industriel, et pop vaporeuse pour se perdre avec style.
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Darkwave, post-punk, garage-pop, folk spectral… une sélection de 10 morceaux qui errent entre beauté trouble et rage contenue. Rotohammer, Alan Sparhawk, The Spitfires, Pavement, et d’autres révélations à découvrir.
Berlin Post-Punk Artist Rosa Damask Performs a Stark, Minimalist Session at Morphine Raum
Berlin’s Nastia Reigel, working as Rosa Damask, drags a fresh scar across post-punk’s surface with her latest LP. Guitars simmer and hiss, lashed to bass that growls like an idling engine, while industrial drums clamp everything in brutal alignment. Over this armature she breathes lyrics that feel ripped straight from a locked diary: sly whispers one second, smoke-stained coaxing the next, then suddenly a confession flung like glass. The surprise, Reigel claims, is her own: words she never meant to share now sit centre-stage, gleaming and raw. Musically, she toggles between quicksilver post-punk sprint and heavier, bass-driven architecture, nodding toward PJ Harvey’s serrated intimacy and late-’90s Depeche Mode’s chrome-plated melancholy. Yet Rosa Damask never slips into homage. Instead, she stretches these references until they warp, forging a record that prowls, presses, and rejects decorum; an album equal parts confrontation and seduction, ready to stain the club walls and linger in morning-after echo.