Berührt es Dich noch, das Sprechen über die gespaltene Gesellschaft? Oder klickst Du Dich durch Deine eigene Bubble, suchend nach Gleichklang statt Reibung? Und wo bleiben die Gesten, die wirklich berühren, die digital Mitgefühl zeigen, statt nur Zustimmung zu streamen? Sprache kann trennen, aber auch verbinden. Sie birgt die Möglichkeit, Empathie zu erzeugen, zu wenden, zu verweigern. Wie klingt ein Sprechen, das wirklich berührt? Und welche neuen Formen von Nähe und Verantwortung können in digitalen Räumen entstehen? Gemeinsam mit Luzia Oppermann (onlinetheater.live) und Prof. Dr. Simon Meier-Vieracker (Professor für Angewandte Linguistik) begeben wir uns auf eine Suche nach Resonanz zwischen digitaler Begegnung, politischem Ausdruck und poetischer Geste.

True to the bands name, death creeps into nearly all of Greet Death's songs. And yet, through this ever-present certainty, the band finds the absolute core of what it means to be alive.

Since 2011, elementary school friends Logan Gaval and Harper Boyhtari have been writing songs full of big ideas and everyday details. Their music, loud and full of melodic sensibility, draws from shoegaze, doomgaze, and a little-bit-of-everything-gaze, creating an emotionally maximalist palette. Writing separately but playing together (think of them as small-town Michigan's Tom DeLonge and Mark Hoppus), they've been drawing in a devoted crowd ever since their unexpectedly successful debut Dixieland in 2017, followed by their next-level opus New Hell in 2019. You'd be hard-pressed to find albums with such heart: ones flooded both with full-bloom feelings and the dumb stories we tell ourselves in order to get through the day.

Returning six years later with Die In Love, their third and best album, Greet Death faces the great human problem - that we must go on living despite knowing we're going to die, and loving despite knowing we're going to lose it all - with great sensitivity, humor, and flourish. With this album, Greet Death has found a way to anthemize our suffering, to turn it into one great, big, beautiful singalong: we're all gonna die, woo!