Bücher, schnell gelesen: Teil 1.353

James Carlos Blake - Das Böse im Blut (Heyne Hardcore, 2015)
James Carlos Blake – Das Böse im Blut (Heyne Hardcore, 2015)

Gelesen: 03. – 12.11.2018, netto 439 Seiten

Kein Krimi, ehr ein Zwitter: Entweder die Geschichte zweier Brüder, die den Westen erobern wollen und auf zwei Seiten der Geschichte landen. Oder aber ein Geschichtsuntericht, unter welchen Umständen sich die US of A den westlichen Teil von Texas und die heutigen Staaten Arizona, Kalifornien, Nevada, Utah sowie Teile von Colorado, New Mexico und Wyoming unter den Nagel gerissen haben.

Face value haben die US of A dafür damals 15 Mio $ bezahlt, in Wahrheit war es ein endloses Morden, Schlachten und Sterben.

Fun Fact:

Sobald Taylors Armee den Rio Grande erreicht hatte, begannen Soldaten zu desertieren und über den Rio Grande zu fliehen. Dies wird oft auf Ermunterung durch die Mexikaner zurückgeführt, hatte seinen Grund aber eher in der Fluchtmöglichkeit auf feindliches Gebiet. 

Der Dienst in der Armee war beschwerlich, sozial nicht hoch angesehen und schlecht bezahlt. 
Insgesamt verloren die Vereinigten Staaten 12.876 Mann, 11.155 davon durch Krankheiten.

Quelle: https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mexikanisch-Amerikanischer_Krieg

Und in dieser Welt landen Edward und John Little auf der Suche nach Land in Texas, nachdem ihre Familie in Florida aufgrund einer durchgeknallten Mutter und einem gewalttätigen Vater implodiert ist. Und geschult durch Gewalt, ziehen sie eine Spur der Gewalt mit sich nach Westen, ehe sie getrennt werden und jeweils noch größerer Gewalt unterliegen.

Alles in diesem Buch ist real, realistisch und verdammt dreckig: Sterben ist dreckig. Töten ist dreckig. Überlegen kostet dich alles. Und du bist bereit den Preis zu bezahlen. Und einen geraden Weg, den gibt es nicht. Nur Zufälle die dich in eine Richtung schubsen.

John wird Soldat der US Armee und zieht gegen Mexiko in den Krieg, nur um bei der ersten Gelegenheit zu desertieren und Teil der mexikanischen Armee zu werden. Edward wird Bandit und überfällt alles in Texas, was sich nicht zu verteidigen weiß. Vor allem aber Indianer, da es für jeden Skalp Geld gibt. Nur um am Ende mit seiner Banditentruppe bei der US Armee zu landen, weil sie sich in der Gegend nun mal besser auskennen und das Morden einfach so nebenbei erledigen.

In einem großen Finale (das entlang echter historischer Ereignisse erzählt wird) treffen beide in einer blutigen Schlacht aufeinander. Am Ende wird der eine Bruder den anderen beerdigen und damit alle Hoffnung fahren lassen.

Eine großartige Geschichte die mit jedem edlen Western Klischee aufräumt. „The Birth of a Nation is a bloody gory exercise“ hat mal jemand gesagt, hier ist der Leser live dabei.

Nichts für zarte Seelen, die an das Gute glauben.

Menschen werden erschossen, erschlagen, erstochen, kastriert, ausgeweidet, gepfählt, lebendig gehäutet, erhängt, skalpiert, gevierteilt, geopfert und in die Luft gesprengt. Die sexuellen Perversionen reichen von Vergewaltigung und Inzest zu Sodomie und Nekrophilie.

Soundtrack dazu: Hola Ghost – Mexico, was sonst?

 

… poor attendance and weird scifi punk from 2077: Surprises on all fronts!

I missed the Get! Lost! Fest last year yet again due to overlap with my annual pilgrimage to Odsherred, so the Poor & Weird fest caught my eye early on … but only when i realized that it was Head from Seattle on the rooster i got really exited. Head, one of the coolest Ramonescore bands and with their early records forever a deep love of mine (and i never caught them live before).

The show was supposed to happen on the main stage of the Molotow but due to the tiny pre-sales (37 tickets if i understood correctly) it was moved up into the Sky Bar (and Lene Lovich took the main stage).

Kick off was early with Hamburgs own Küken and they faced more fellow musicians than paying customers i bet. But that did not stop them to deliver a very tight set, almost feeling like a block of metal: solid, no frills and coming at the audience!

Küken (Molotow, Hamburg, 10.11.2018 (c) gehkacken.de)

To me still one of the best things Hamburg has to offer and quite off the beaten track with a unique sound. If only they would get a perfect setting in terms of stage, sound and a packed and eager audience. They deserve it.

They did max 30 mins (but i bet 15 songs or more) and then dropped it.

Next So What and i had no clue what to expect. What took the stage looked like something that would fit much better at the Monkeys, a few roads up west; A bit of skinhead look and plenty of sideburns (actually making them the „sideburns of the night“ winner). I had no clue what to expect but they sounded like this:

And they have a great own cupboard to name their style: HARD GUM!

SO WHAT's debut LP is filled with stompers, hand clappers, and all the riffs that matter. Co-released by Just Add Water Records (USA) and Surfin' Ki (Italy). From the GLAMTASTIC pounding drums, Moogs, and big fuzzy riffs of "Where We Going" and "Why Can't I See You Tonight", to the EQUALS-esque "Don't Come Back" and "What You Said", this album is chock-full of HITS! 

Go and check them out – they are worth it! Only after the event i learned that actually they struggled a bit: They bass player could not travel and was replaced plus their drummer had other touring duties and also had to be replaced – not the best setting but they did show that they have also found their own niche, somewhere next to Guida and more rooted in high energy rock.

So What (Molotow, Hamburg, 10.11.2018 (c) gehkacken.de)

First surprise of the night for me, i will definitely check them out in more detail. And yet again another brick in that wall that is spray painted „you got to see bands to learn new sounds„!

Next Slander Tongue from Berlin Neuköln and with that a familiar face from the Get! Lost! circuit. And for me an almost immediate dislike: It took them way to long to get set and the guitar player on the left to me somehow made the impression that he was pissed off by something and was not happy.

Slander Tongue (Molotow, Hamburg, 10.11.2018 (c) gehkacken.de)

The singer had a neat Billy Idol snear but their mu-sick meant nothing to me. Besides making a not happy impression they did have a Buddha like rhythm section of Bass and Drums that carried them along. I have no clue in reality of the working of that band but i would not have been surprised if they had split right in the stage. Sorry, not my thingy.

When the next group, The Scaners from sunny Lyon in France, prepared the stage it started to look different, namely as they setup some electrical stuff: Next to a keyboard with some effects they also mounted a Theremin, which is coolest thing since time travel was invented. The last band i saw with that was Man or Astro-man? and that means an immediate like!

And once they where done they also took on a unique stage uniform and that made them kings of the night by all counts (of mine, sure). And they sounded like this:

Bingo – i did hit jackpot! Scifi Hardcore! I always liked Scifi Surf but paring the theme with fast paced punk from 2077: Just a grand idea and just puuurfect! And speed they had, the songs on their first LP are about 1:something on average and here they packed like 20something songs into their set.

The Scaners (Molotow, Hamburg, 10.11.2018 (c) gehkacken.de)

Just a great show with all showmanship ingredients (and details) it needs: The drummer counting into the songs like DeeDee Ramone, the bass player putting the power into the songs, the guitar wandering around and making use of the Theremin with his guitar neck and the singer (with a Michael Jackson glove on one hand) providing the fancy sound from effects.

The Scaners (Molotow, Hamburg, 10.11.2018 (c) gehkacken.de)

I did not expect this and i had no clue that such a little niche existed and was actually manned by those boys from France of all places. Now i see a Man or Astro-man? return tour to Germany and them Scaners as support in me brain, i guess i need to start playing lottery to make up the money for that event!

The Scaners got the crowd moving for the first time though it was not more than 50 people (and within that a large contingent from Italy that only ever flew in to see Head). Great Band, great show and indeed a unique kind of fun. You must trust me and check them out, now (or be poor forever)!

And the next surprise followed suit: That Head where a 3 piece by now i knew but when they setup their gear they looked … almost non-descriptive. Evading identification. But it must be Head, as they setup the barest of things: A guitar left, a bass right and the drummer only a bass drum and a snare, paired with two sets of cymbals. No toms whatsoever.

Head (Molotow, Hamburg, 10.11.2018 (c) gehkacken.de)

Soundcheck was done by doing three chords and asking the audience „is it loud enough?„, that’s how i expect it from a band with some routine. And they delivered a set that was somehow also surprising, first see for yerself:

I had a bit of an itch, a nagging in the back of my brain and i could not make out what it was until one of me mates asked me „… we have been to shows now for almost 40 years, we have never seen a band with less charisma haven’t we?“ that i realized what itch was nagging me. In some form it was the essence of bare bone, the core of reduction, the … nevermind, it felt strange. It was strange.

What was not strange was the songs, though they had some hick-ups within them (they seemed not fully oiled). The Italian fans in front of the stage where decently loaded and did not mind, they sang away with joy (as i did silently) and had their fists in the air.

Sure thing i took on to get the vinyl on offer: The 2xLP Version of the discography (somehow not needed as i have all stuff on Evil Clown Records from them) and the new German styled tour EP. Neat.

#recordcollectorsarepretentiousarseholes
#recordcollectorsarepretentiousarseholes

And after Head i was done (and i was not the only one). The day started with a first beer at 12:00 (for a 13:00 home game kick off) and by now had stretched quite far into the night. I decided to stroll home and miss Derv Gordon. Two mates stayed and reported later that it went on to become a bit of party fun with old Equals songs … not sure if it would have been enough for me to sustain further on.

It may have sound like this aka Derv Gordon with So What as backing band:

And that against the original sound from the B/W times (and a funny video from the Bremen Beat Club filmed in the old part of Bremen):

In sum a neat and diverse package that Otis Tours put on the road, it just did hit Hamburg on the wrong day (against shows in every other club in town) and thus with a tiny turnout (and a loss for those putting it on). I can only forever urge people to come out and try something – there may be surprises friends, just like on this Poor & Weird Fest!

Bücher, schnell gelesen: Teil 1.352

Alan Parks - Blutiger Januar (Heyne Hardcore, 2018)
Alan Parks – Blutiger Januar (Heyne Hardcore, 2018)

Gelesen: 29.10. – 02.11.2018, netto 386 Seiten

Ich habe Freunde in Glasgow und die haben mir Fotos aus den frühen 70ern gezeigt: Glasgow war alles andere als eine bunte und einladende Stadt – es war grau und dunkel. Elend.

Und in diesem Elend versucht die Polizei das beste zu machen: Nach oben buckeln und den Reichen ihr warmes Plätzchen freihalten und nach unten anbiedern, um von den Gangstern ein wenig vom Kuchen ab zubekommen.

Das feine Gleichgewicht kommt ins Wackeln als ein junger Kerl auf offener Straße erst ein Mädchen erschießt und dann sich selbst. Die Tat selbst ist offensichtlich, vor allem weil die Polizei vor Ort war: Detective Harry McCoy hatte am Tag vorher die Tat von einem Gefängnisinsassen vorausgesagt bekommen und konnte sie nicht verhindern.

Daraus entspinnt sich ein wunderbar harter, düsterer und in allen belangen hoffnungsloser Noir Krimi. Die einzige Hoffnung für McCoy wird durch das aufkommende Heroin zerstört, die junge Prostituierte in die er sich verliebt hat kommt daran um. Und in diesem Elend ist er der einzige der nicht aufhört nach dem warum zu fragen, vor allem weil alle Spuren zu reichsten Familie im Ort führen, mit der er sich schon einmal ohne Erfolg angelegt hat.

Ein großartiges und dunkles Buch, das ein Glasgow zeigt das wie aus einer anderen Welt scheint aber erst 45 Jahre her ist. Blutig, gewalttätig, frauenverachtent und ohne jede Hoffnung.

Zum Glück kommt da eine ganze Serie, das wird cool. Und übersetzt von der wunderbaren Conny Lösch, das ist ein Qualitätsmerkmal!

Soundtrack dazu: The Jolt – Youre Cold, was sonst?

PS: Und so sah das damals aus …