Insanlar
Once in Istanbul, on the Taksim square, my attention got drawn towards an old man in a wheelchair, covered with christmas lights. He played a one-stringed banjo, and chanted strange rants. The first time I heard Kime Ne, the debut album of Insanlar, it reminded me of this magical moment of outworldish beauty—to be found on one of the many obscure streets in this overwelming and labyrinth-like city. In a similar way, Insanlar seemed to come from nowhere. Digging deeper, I found out that they emerged out of the Istanbul underground jam and club scene, blending transcendental sufi jams, Anatolian Rock music, 17th century poems with electronics. Insanlar is based at the MiniMüzikhol, a club which covers an array of genres, incorporated at an old cultural building, just a stone’s throw of the famous Taksim square.
We sat down through a dirty sounding Facetime connection and talked with Insanlar’s Barış K, about his inspirations and about the world in which Insanlar started.