Berlin Scat Queens !full! -

They did not look at the audience. They looked at the echo. They were hunting it, riding it, breeding it. The concrete flak tower became a resonating chamber for something primeval. For twenty-three minutes, the Berlin Scat Queens turned a Nazi-built bunker into a womb.

By nineteen, she was singing in a different way. Not notes, but noises . She discovered she could mimic a trumpet’s mute, a double bass’s groan, a hi-hat’s sizzle, all with her own throat. She would stand outside the Berghain queue on Sunday mornings, not to get in, but to perform. The rejects—the ones turned away by the bouncer’s cold Slavic nod—became her audience. berlin scat queens

Would you like to know more about their discography, performances, or individual members? They did not look at the audience