Spacestation hovers around the edges of Reykjavik´s rock venues and bars, beaming up every jagged guitar riff, jogging bass line, and angular feedback noise they can lay their hands on. Not a part of any scene, they comfortably rest on the nihilistic outskirts, eternally gazing into the void through dark shades and a haze of cigarette smoke. Main interests are white noise and wine.Spacestation feels like being on the smoking carriage on the night train from Reykjavik to Berlin, which gets stuck in a Bermuda triangle between cosmic 60´s psychedelia, late 70’s post-punk, and motorik German krautrock. Just hop aboard and enjoy the ride, it’s a hell of a trip.

Doors 19, Start 20:00

Tickets an der Abendkasse