Conic Rose - Wedding Conic Rose

The story of Conic Rose is closely intertwined with the Berlin neighborhood that gives the record its name. The band’s studio is located here, and both studio albums were created in the immediate vicinity of the small river Panke. This place settles over the music like a warming patina.

The album feels as though the musicians and the neighborhood have invited one another to get to know each other. Not least because Wedding also means marriage. These marriages between a band and an urban landscape, a fading past and an emerging future, fear and hope - unfold in every single song on Wedding.

For their second album, Conic Rose repositioned themselves completely. Not in terms of personnel, but in the question of how to move forward. Conic Rose still sound like Conic Rose; their distinctive blend of cinematic jazz, ambient textures and guitar-led contemporary music remains untouched. And yet Wedding is, in many ways, the conceptual counterpart to their debut album Heller Tag. Where the debut documented movement within an urban setting, Wedding describes a state of being. Behind every piece seems to hover a large question mark.The group opens up its palette, allowing more influences, becoming at once more subtle, more profound, more filigree. It is less about definition than about the spaces in between.

The most immediately striking difference from the previous album is the strong presence of the guitar. In Bertram Burkert’s playing, many voices seem to converge. His yearning openness forms an equal counterpoint to Döben’s trumpet and flugelhorn. Blurred and layered sounds occasionally make the ground seem to slip away beneath one’s feet, while Döben’s gliding lines create both closeness and distance.

Previous album was supported by BBC radio 6 music (Gilles Peterson) and featured in jazzwise and jazzthing. Also received a 4/5 review in mojo : ‘Its progressively playful tracks dabble with hassell, Bach, Radiohead, hip-hop beats and woozy electronics, providing a masterful showcase for the mazy trumpet melodics and forlorn flugelhorns’