Dota - a.k.a Die Kleingeldprinzessin - und die Stadtpiraten played at Musa today. I wasn’t overly familiar with their music but it sounded nice and with a flatmate liking it and a friend of a friend being a crazy hard-core fan it seemed worth trying out (particularly as nothing else is happing in this town anyway, well apparently there was a Canadian transgender singer-songwriter in town the same day, but I’ll just have to brush over that).
Anyway, going to the gig was totally worth it after we survived the doped up hip-hopish support band whose movements looked like they escaped from the Augsburger Puppenkiste. (There are chances that I’ll get used to electronic music or even jazz as I age, but I doubt anything even remotely hip-hop will ever make the cut.)
Dota und die Stadtpiraten played a nice and long set - surprisingly with an interval - full of charming and slightly depressive songs. Dota’s voice reminded me slightly of Wir Sind Helden but the music was totally in Element of Crime territory, though probably not as laconic in places. From modern-time romanticism with a hint of irony (Containerhafen) to whole hearted pessimism (Der kleine Beobachter) most dark shades of grey are covered in the songs.