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.
Hey Barış, how are you? I was wondering in which part of Istanbul you are living?
I live close to Taksim, on the Istiklal road, just behind Galatasaray.
From my Western point of vie
Talking about that, is Insanlar driven by a political activism?
Not on that level, but a philosophical poem can be stronger then hardcore activism, I think. The message is important. It’s important to find together a b