It was an odd setting, SNFU with the “back from half dead” Mr. Chi Pig (aka Kevin Quinn) were to play Hamburg. I knew it ain’t the SNFU i adored in the 80s and 90s, but still it was a date not to let go. Unfortunately they had to play Hamburg in a summer heat and during school holidays, so turnout was rather low. They where paired with two “modern” hardcore bands from the UK, who had to face a rather empty Hafenklang.
Persplex Flesh turned out to be both visually and musically challenging but had something special. I did even like one song in the middle of their set, a cool blend of US Post Hardcore and whathaveyou…not too bad but sure not somethiong that i can enjoy on a record. I did capture a quick snipit though:
In case you want to check it out more, try this – it ain’t bad actualy:
Next on where Mob Rules from the UK and their quick sound check was Jazzcore. Then it went downhill for my liking (be it the musick or the bearded singer), so we did flee to the outside to have a beer and see Mr. Chi Pig strolling around and talking to fans.
Next thus where SNFU. I do dig Candian punk – be it Forgotten Rebels, D.O.A., NoMeansNo/Hanson Brothers, Chixdiggit, Doughboys, Propagandhi, Pointed Sticks, Night Prowler, Bishops Green and and and. And then SNFU. They where always there when US/CAN punk came into view in the early 80s and became a landmark with their first record in 1985 on BYO. And then some more and some great live shows in Hamburg. And then it went quiet and only through the movie ” Open Your Mouth and Say… Mr. Chi Pig” in 2010 i became fully aware what happened and what route Kevin Chinn choose to go through or for a lack of better words “down”. And it was really a fully professional meth junkie homeless career. Now he is back for good (or money, don’t know), sans Teeth and Body and thus no voice left to carry the songs, especially the slower ones.
And odd he looks. Behind his back some of the younger people made some really ill jokes – not deserved. What did we get? The musical backdrop was perfect: from song to song they became tighter and gave the impression that they are enjoying it. The only sad thing was the toothless, voiceless and skinny singer who looked like sometime … lost. That was the sad part. But the longer it went, the better it got. At the end i really enjoyed it and thought “oh my good, how great would they be if Kevin did not choose to cook his brain with meth?”.
But see and listen yourself for some sound bits:
Did this rock? Yes it did! In the end i think around 120 people went home happy but also – if they listened carefully – they should have noted Kevin to state this was to be the last time he played Hamburg. So thanks Kevin and thanks to the 30+ rooster of SNFU over the times: 1981 to 2014 is a hell of time (it is more than half of my life) – well done. I will always dig your records!