Vor knapp einem Jahr hatten wir das Glück MaidaVale in unserem kleinen feinen Club willkommen heißen zu dürfen. Damals konnten die Anwesenden Zeuge werden, wie sich die vier Vollblutmusikerinnen ihren Weg an die Spitze des psychedelischen Rocks bahnten. Eine unverwechselbare verzaubernde Gesangsstimme, verhexende Gitarrenarbeit und eine unaufhaltsam groovende Rhythmussektion machen den Abend mit ihnen zu einem unvergesslichen Trip durch die Zeit.
”As one of the most prominent acts in the new generation of psych music, Swedish four piece MaidaVale create a reckless and experimental rock that keeps diverging from what’s expected.
After first emerging on the live rock scene in 2014, MaidaVale’s 2016 debut album ’Tales of the Wicked West’ was received with open arms and launched them as one of the most promising new bands. The band have had a busy schedule touring Europe exstensively since. Known for their musicality and the electric connection between both musicians and audience, the band’s reputation has grown with each show.
On their second album ’Madness Is Too Pure’, released in early 2018, MaidaVale followed up with an even more experimental and dynamic sound that confirmed their place in the psych rock scene. The album, produced by Jari Haapalainen, was praised amongst both critics and fans for its bold and innovative take on the
genre. It also got the band nominated for the Swedish music prize P3 Guld in the rock/metal category, alongside acts like Graveyard and Lucifer. Up until this point MaidaVale have played renowned festivals like Freak Valley, Desertfest Berlin and Duna Jam.”
Said about Madness Is Too Pure (The Sign Records, 2018)
”— but rather just to say that with Madness is too Pure, the band have exceeded even the hints they gave the first time around of who they were as a group, and perhaps in showcasing their willingness to get weird.”
– The Obelisk
“Now the band is back with the terrific follow-up album “Madness Is Too Pure”. This album has some funky and groovy psych rock at the centre of a band whose sound shoots off in all sorts of directions. It sounds a bit like if Ace Frehley and Siouxsie Sioux jammed with The Doors at a late- night after party in a small and damp bedsit in London, if you know what I mean.
– Roppongi Rocks