Author Archives: Sidharth Mohan

Sidharth Mohan

About Sidharth Mohan

Sidharth Mohan is the founder of ‘What’s The Scene’ and a biophysicist in the making. A musician in his own right, he started WTS while still a part of a local band in Bangalore. When not working with gloves and a lab coat, he spends his time travelling, swimming and jamming. Follow him on twitter: @sidmo86

February 23, 2013

Words to Epilogues by Heretic

By - on 23/02/2013 at 1:56 pm

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The idea that stems from the ill-begotten notion that Indian rock/metal bands just can’t sound like international acts: the sound quality, the mix, everything is always to be a notch below what we hear on (insert international band’s name here)’s songs, is something that Heretic shatters with delight. The general sound itself is simply put: pleasing. Here’s a band you want think of and say: They need to make it. They deserve every accolade they get for the jewel that is Words to Epilogues. ‘Echoes from a Canvas’ is a prelude that belies the ensuing aggression in the album, but lays a clear foundation of depth in the band’s music, which you dive straight into with ‘Reprise’. ‘Reprise’ gives you a riff-based hook…

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      The Fireflies All-night Festival of Music 2011 was a well promoted event, and the crowd that thronged at the venue was testament to this fact. The lucky ones (us included) managed to park their cars a meager one kilometer away from the hill where the amphitheater was located, and plodded through the small village to the ticket counter that was rather well lit by a 0.5 watt bulb. Stamped and shoved, we found ourselves in a stand of trees that interspersed people passed out everywhere. The night was young, and people had already seemed to have crossed the limits, turned back, and crossed the limits again. We clambered for space at the top edge…

January 27, 2011

Witnessing the Splendor of Masters

By - on 27/01/2011 at 3:36 pm

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      When a leading newspaper advertised the ‘Splendor of Masters’ show, the first thing that drew attention was the eclectic mix of musicians roped in to perform under the aegis of the performing arts company, Banyan Tree. With my nose wrinkled due to the lack of a bassist in an ensemble that contained flutes, saxophone, tabla, drums and a harp, I warily approached the venue looking for a parking space for the car, and as I quickly found out, parking at the Chowdiah Memorial Hall was a pain in the clutch box. The warning bell proved to be a useful system to usher in the crowd. The lights dimmed and then brightened up…