São Miguel’s Tremor Festival: Azores Music & Culture

The Atlantic Ocean holds a particular resonance for those of Portuguese descent, a vast expanse separating ancestral lands from adopted homes. For generations, the islands of the Azores have served as both a point of origin and a distant memory for communities scattered across the globe, including a vibrant enclave in Toronto’s Little Portugal where I grew up. Stories of Terceira, an island I briefly visited years ago, were commonplace – tales woven into the fabric of Saturday Portuguese school, hearty bread-and-soup meals, and rapid-fire conversations. When the opportunity arose to attend Tremor Festival on the neighboring island of São Miguel, it felt less like a professional assignment and more like a homecoming, a serendipitous chance to connect with a heritage I’d always felt close to, yet somehow distant from.

Tremor Festival, anchored in the capital city of Ponta Delgada, isn’t simply a music festival; it’s an immersive experience. Secret shows unfold in breathtaking locations across the Azorean archipelago, accessible via scenic hikes and shuttle buses that showcase the islands’ otherworldly beauty. The festival’s curation is impeccable, a blend of established and emerging artists presented with an unpretentious coolness that fosters a unique atmosphere. It offered a profound connection to my Portuguese roots, seamlessly merging a lifelong love of music with the cultural traditions of long, leisurely meals and animated conversation.

Five days immersed in the Azorean landscape – breathing the salt air, savoring Sagres beer in town squares, and spontaneously joining local festas – culminated in a renewed sense of belonging. I departed with a roll of film dedicated to the electrifying performance of Angine de Poitrine, an overabundance of local cheese, and the gratifying realization that my Portuguese hadn’t completely deserted me, much to the delight of my Avó (grandmother). The following are highlights from an unforgettable journey.

A Taste of Tradition: Nossa Mesa (Our Table)

My introduction to São Miguel’s culinary heart began, as many things do in Portugal, with food. Following a lunch with fellow journalists at the popular Ponta Delgada eatery, A Tasca, we were transported to the town of Rabo de Peixe and welcomed into the home of Marta and Sergio for Receitas do Baú – Na Nossa Mesa, a Tremor gastronomic experience. We exchanged greetings with the chickens roaming their yard before being seated in their dining room, adorned with Catholic saint statues.

Marta and Sergio generously served homemade pineapple aguardente (moonshine) alongside wine, accompanied by a feast of fresh tuna salad, a hearty beef cozido reminiscent of Terceira’s alcatra, rice pudding, and an endless array of other delicacies. The experience felt akin to a family gathering at a beloved aunt’s house – warm, unhurried, and concluding with espresso and cigarettes in a sun-drenched room. The locals were overjoyed to discover my heritage, and laughter filled the room as they insisted I reach out if I ever needed anything. As one guest aptly put it, “Food is love,” and it’s undeniably the most profound way this culture expresses amor, regardless of familiarity.

Sonic Explorations: Performances at Tremor Festival

Vera Morais: A Haunting Vocal Performance

The following day, a brief detour to the volcanic lakes of Sete Cidades led to a truly captivating experience. The Tremor team guided us to a secret location – the Chapel of Nossa Senhora da Paz, perched atop a steep, lizard-inhabited hill on the South Coast. There, experimental vocalist Vera Morais delivered a mesmerizing performance. She began with sporadic cymbal strikes that echoed like distant jets, then transitioned into a haunting chant, slowly shifting her focus from the altar to the audience without ever uttering a single word.

Her vocal range spanned from ethereal and whimsical to guttural and unsettling. As the final cymbal resonated within the chapel’s stone walls, birdsong filled the air, as if summoned by the Amsterdam-based, Porto-born artist.

Use Knife & DJ Travella: Global Rhythms Collide

Later that Thursday, March 26th, another secret show, Tremor na Estufa, beckoned. A bus transported us to a series of drained swimming pools nestled along the volcanic coastline. Inside one of the pools, Use Knife, a Belgian-Iraqi trio, captivated the audience with their unique blend of Arabic vocals, traditional microtonal elements, post-punk, and electronic sensibilities. Their performance addressed the struggles faced by Palestinians and Iranians, eliciting cheers from a diverse crowd, including young children dancing at the front.

DJ Travella followed, introducing me to singeli, a frenetic, high-bpm electronic subgenre from Tanzania. His signature sound – high-pitched, wet beeps punctuating each mix – created an infectious energy that made it easy to lose track of time. Travella’s performance ignited a spontaneous dance party along the pool’s edge, proving that creative thinking might offer solutions to the venue crises plaguing some North American cities.

aya: Provocative Performance Art

London-based artist aya opened her set at Portas do Mar with a pointed question: “Is anyone here actually from São Miguel?” She followed with a provocative statement: “I have news for you: garlic is not a spice!” Throughout her performance, she maintained a guarded demeanor, delivering poetically grim lyrics over intense, industrial-tinged beats. Her stage presence was undeniable, but her constant, deprecating insults – literally calling the audience “shit munchers” – felt more alienating than humorous. One couldn’t help but wonder what might have transpired had she allowed herself to be more vulnerable.

Ponto de Escuta at Arquipélago: Sound as Landscape

A bus ride to Ribeira Grande brought us to the Arquipélago Arts Centre, a striking combination of brutalist architecture and a repurposed alcohol factory constructed from the island’s volcanic rock. The gothic basement of the former distillery housed an art installation exploring the relationship between sound and the Azores, from the crashing waves to the reverberations of volcanic rock. Hooded attendants encouraged visitors to interact with suspended strings and plant matter, creating an immersive sonic landscape. The longer one spent within the space, the more intertwined the sounds became.

Moving to the newer building, the performance by the Azorean Modular Orchestra (OMA) in collaboration with Austin, TX’s Water Damage, offered further insight into the exhibit’s themes. The eight-hour drone set featured a rotating cast of musicians and audience members, the subtle shifts in tone becoming perceptible only upon realizing how many performers had joined the ensemble.

Lying on the floor with the rest of the audience, I found myself in a meditative state, contemplating my connection to the island. Like the sounds surrounding me, I felt intertwined with the landscape. Time seemed to warp; what felt like an hour had only been twenty minutes.

Unexpected Rhythms: A Local Drum Interlude

Press trips can be exhausting, and a moment of respite was welcome. While taking a break in Ribeira Grande, a WhatsApp message led me to an empty gym where a local drum band was rehearsing, likely preparing for an upcoming festa. Over twenty musicians of all ages and genders were passionately practicing, guided by a conductor who was more hype man and interpretive dancer than traditional leader. It was a quintessential Azorean experience.

The Bug & Warrior Queen: Sonic Intensity

The festival app warned attendees to bring earplugs for The Bug and Warrior Queen’s joint set, and the warning was justified. Two towering amp stacks faced the audience, with the DJ and reggae vocalist positioned on opposite ends. Fog machines and ominous lighting obscured their visibility, but their sonic presence was overwhelming. Samples from dub, dancehall, and reggae blended with the electronic elements of ragga, creating a powerful and immersive soundscape. Warrior Queen’s vocals ranged from impressive bars to delay-heavy repetitions, punctuated by her question to the crowd: “Do you think I’m crazy?” The closer one was to the stage, the more detail could be discerned, but even from a distance, the mystery remained.

Angine de Poitrine: A Rising Star

Tremor’s decision to book Angine de Poitrine was a testament to the festival’s curatorial prowess. They delivered a captivating 7 p.m. set to a packed main stage at Portas do Mar, and as one of the fortunate few to witness their ascent, I can attest to their polished live performance, mirroring the energy of their viral videos. Performing with limited visibility due to their striking, trypophobia-inducing costumes, the duo relied on subtle hand signals to communicate, creating a mesmerizing spectacle. Their performance radiated joy, eliciting full-belly laughs from the crowd and a five-minute standing ovation after they left the stage.

Cate Le Bon: Intimate Simplicity

Welsh musician Cate Le Bon embodied simplicity in both presentation and arrangement. Accompanied by a saxophonist and a multi-instrumentalist on keys and clarinet, she performed seated with a classical guitar, adorned with a headscarf. It sparked a curious thought: did she know about the traditional 1930s Azorean hoods, or was it merely a coincidence?

The delicate beauty of her celestial vocals was captivating, and a palpable connection existed between her music and the coastal setting of Portas do Mar (Gates of the Sea) as she began to play “Harbour.” No further words were needed, and she departed the stage without addressing the audience.

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