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2025
Dirty Slips
Album Release «ANIMA»
Animation professionelle, tension immense, relaxaxtion universelle
- Line-Up
- Francesca Tappa Vocals, SynthesizerRamin Mosayebi GuitarMischa Robert BassMichael Sauter Drum Kit
- By instruments
- VocalsSynthesizerGuitarBassDrum Kit
Unsinkable Loveboat. Professional animation at the poolside. Signals from the deep sea: The band is a phenomenon, a city miracle, and can only be described in paradoxes. In songs and costumes, it constantly reinvents itself, slipping with splendid delight out of worn-out poses and maneuvering itself time and again into temporal contradictions: having just escaped past patterns, ahead of its time, it is, in live performance, caught up fiercely by the present.
One thing is certain: On their lavish quest, the Dirty Slips steer straight for the sensorimotor zone: triggering movement, a melting point of ecstasy, sudden outbreaks of band-audience fever arise; the players glow, become momentarily larger-than-life (up to three meters tall), world-famous, unavoidably free, pearls fly.
"Sweat is good," says singer Francesca Tappa. "That way boundaries can be dissolved. I’ve never experienced a reserved audience…. The catharsis always happens, sooner or later."
(Tages-Anzeiger, October 12, 2023)
In the refrain of the new song Chocolat (on ANIMA), syllables are melted down over a freshly confident groove, vowels teased out with tongue-lust and consonant-delight, creating fleeting shades of meaning in contemporary ambivalence. The singer—ceremonial master, lioness who tames lions—lets sparks rain down over band and audience:
"Whether I want it or not, I want it, do I want it? / Do I want it, it wants me."
"We make Dirtyslipism. Dirty, not pure." (Tages-Anzeiger)
And strikingly precise, one might add. Over the past ten years the band has honed itself into an extraordinary groove section. The result of their expedition in the Discothèque irrationnelle: their first LP ANIMA. A band that sees itself moving forward while at the same time working with archival diligence, cultivating a human-electric lexicon of the last rhythmic decades.
Archetypal night-island life. Earnestly funny:
Although the band repeatedly lays everything bare (seemingly), it always remains open to rediscovery: lines and patterns surface, while others are paradoxically protected (probably) and hidden, etched into the deepest rhythms. It pays to dive down.
In Dirtyslipism, solutions are found for the last residues.
Anyone who has not gone under in the babble of countless Zurich summer festivals, but always found a swell, can make it anywhere. It is only a matter of time before this band-phenomenon appears in full splendor in another city—for example, Paris. Or perhaps in Madagascar.
(Text: Peter Weber)
One thing is certain: On their lavish quest, the Dirty Slips steer straight for the sensorimotor zone: triggering movement, a melting point of ecstasy, sudden outbreaks of band-audience fever arise; the players glow, become momentarily larger-than-life (up to three meters tall), world-famous, unavoidably free, pearls fly.
"Sweat is good," says singer Francesca Tappa. "That way boundaries can be dissolved. I’ve never experienced a reserved audience…. The catharsis always happens, sooner or later."
(Tages-Anzeiger, October 12, 2023)
In the refrain of the new song Chocolat (on ANIMA), syllables are melted down over a freshly confident groove, vowels teased out with tongue-lust and consonant-delight, creating fleeting shades of meaning in contemporary ambivalence. The singer—ceremonial master, lioness who tames lions—lets sparks rain down over band and audience:
"Whether I want it or not, I want it, do I want it? / Do I want it, it wants me."
"We make Dirtyslipism. Dirty, not pure." (Tages-Anzeiger)
And strikingly precise, one might add. Over the past ten years the band has honed itself into an extraordinary groove section. The result of their expedition in the Discothèque irrationnelle: their first LP ANIMA. A band that sees itself moving forward while at the same time working with archival diligence, cultivating a human-electric lexicon of the last rhythmic decades.
Archetypal night-island life. Earnestly funny:
Although the band repeatedly lays everything bare (seemingly), it always remains open to rediscovery: lines and patterns surface, while others are paradoxically protected (probably) and hidden, etched into the deepest rhythms. It pays to dive down.
In Dirtyslipism, solutions are found for the last residues.
Anyone who has not gone under in the babble of countless Zurich summer festivals, but always found a swell, can make it anywhere. It is only a matter of time before this band-phenomenon appears in full splendor in another city—for example, Paris. Or perhaps in Madagascar.
(Text: Peter Weber)
- Line-Up
- Francesca Tappa Vocals, SynthesizerRamin Mosayebi GuitarMischa Robert BassMichael Sauter Drum Kit
- By instruments
- VocalsSynthesizerGuitarBassDrum Kit