Take what you need / just take it / and take it for granted. “How To Take Up Space” – the new, and above all, first album by the Acid Amazonians, doesn’t ask for permission. It does as it pleases. Of course, since it’s a live album. What it’s about? It’s about womanhood. It’s about being smart. Three grrls, dedicated to feminism, self-empowerment and their zest to be loud, meet at Zurich’s “Umbo” club and record eight tracks together. The core of their work is improvisation, because the Acid Amazonians are not a band, but a process. Errors are part of the performance. They embrace failures, and so expectations drop and the perfect image of a woman on stage begins to crumble.

The Acid Amazonians don’t play music and they are not marketable, they probably can’t even play the flute. These, and many more remarks have been made about the trio. Smile politely when you say nasty things / and use your hands is what they probably responded. Empowerment and experiment, noise and spoken word, queercore and a lot of reverberation, rage but also reconciliation are the driving forces behind their music.
In a nutshell: Music to meditate, agitate, demonstrate, and masturbate to.

You might be asking yourself what the point of all this is. Seriously: What comes to mind when you hear #visibility, #role models, #disruption? Do you think of content-free diversity, or of diversified contents? You think you already have the answer, because you’re cool. The Acid Amazonians are Pop – but mean, slimy, wobbly, futuristic. How cool are you?

Those are things that really, really make me angry. The Acid Amazonians call a spade a spade.
You may try to take them by the horns, but that’s when they deal the final blow by abstaining from a fixed repertoire and giving you what you were craving instead: real life.

What you are left with after wild rmze-pmze-beats, dance choreographies and video installations, is reality – naked; its legs spread apart. And a holographic, intense rainbow.

Be brave. Things won’t improve, but they will happen.