Kleingeld

Hummingbird songs in frosty mornings, church choirs and bells ringing, euphoric vocals, crying guitars, and swelling synths — that’s what Kleingeld’s dreams are made of. Brimming over with gloomy echoes and intricate percussion, her candle illuminated shows can induce anyone into a posthypnotic amnesia. DJ by day, didgeridoo by night, the empress of reverb plays with haunted airwaves embodied by her listeners’ breaths — all in a strange but fun parade, destination unknown, fragile, and uncertain sonic fields. Feeling uneasy or confused? Just relax, Kleingeld whispers, “I will count sheep for you, rest easy now. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven — give in… eight, nine, ten….”