… a surprise blast on a rainy Monday: Wild Mohicans meet greedy record collectors!

It is quite funny: On Friday 14 people tried to fill a place made for 400+, on Monday it was 14 people creating at least a scent of presence upstairs at the Hafenklang. It was Wild Mohicans from Portland who took the stage and gave a blast that should have been noted by a few more.

Wild Mohicans (Hafenklang, Hamburg, 20.11.2017 (c) gehkacken,de)
Wild Mohicans (Hafenklang, Hamburg, 20.11.2017 (c) gehkacken,de)

4 guys from Portland and thus already stamped by some as „…early Poison Idea“ which is both kinda nice but also a pain in the ass because 1983 is far gone and whatever bands do today, it is their thing – even for the worst cover band. But their where shy, friendly and kicked off like this:

Now that is a solid slap of punk fucking rock. And from the first chord the guitar had my ear (and eye) actually, that was both speed and some really great play (and that little metalic thingy to give it the edge). I could not make too much of the lyrics but they where presented with anger, force and a strong stare.

Wild Mohicans (Hafenklang, Hamburg, 20.11.2017 (c) gehkacken.de 2017)
Wild Mohicans (Hafenklang, Hamburg, 20.11.2017 (c) gehkacken.de 2017)

They had like 45 minutes and the managed to kill time just like nothing. Full frontal punk and exactly the drive forward that i needed as an uplift for the workweek. I think i sensed that for them, having come all the way from Portland and on something that looked like an DIY tour it must have been a wee bit frustrating with the small turnout but thats the hardship of a rainy Monday evening. As such they finished it off like this:

And that created a little run onto their little merch table, as half of the audience was keen to get their fingers on the vinyl, an LP and an EP. Half of that half was me mates and filthy greedy record collector scum they are they lured them Mohicans to sell versions with a different cover and with coloured vinyl (despite the fact that black vinyl just sound better). For the band sure that was good, as it meant bucks into the pocket.

Extra Cover Edition in Coloured Vinyl
Extra Cover Edition in Coloured Vinyl

For those greedy too – i know where these are so just get me a free drink next time and i let you know whom to pester. And whilst the band got rid of the sweat and increased income the rest of the audience went on to play table tennis on the dance floor, a surprise custom for those from away.

... circle pit table tennis!
… circle pit table tennis!

… when clever plans get crushed on Saturday – then you only get to see one band: Küken hit, Gorilla Angreb miss!

Fitting live mu-sick into me weekend plans normally is a piece of cake – a „just do it“. But there is one time in the year where this needs to be carefully balanced with another obsession that me love and myself have: Watching stars. And watching meteors. And meteor showers.

Say hello to comet Swift–Tuttle and his tails of debris and to the fact that the earth rotation around the sun crosses that tail on a very predictable course. So every August, around the 12th, there is this thing called „Perseids“ and it will enable you (best with no moon and sure on a cloudless sky without light pollution) to see a lot of shooting stars.
And sure thing the best night to see them was Saturday, so all my hopes where on an early start of the show, so that i could bugger off quickly, hop into the car and drive away from the light doom that the city created.

To my dismay I found the planning of the Hafenklang and the bands to create some friction with my plans, both Küken and Gorilla Angreb where to take stage way later than planned. What also hampered the show was the fact that an early show by Swedens Baboon Show around the corner and in an open air setting was moved to later and further away at the Knust, so some people who would have enjoyed both shows in sequence would not make it.

Küken (Hafenklang, Hamburg, 12.08.2017 (c) gehkacken.de 2017)
Küken (Hafenklang, Hamburg, 12.08.2017 (c) gehkacken.de 2017)

Kick off was with Hamburgs own Küken and towards a rather empty space in front of the stage. So their blast of 16 songs in 26 minutes went largely into a void, though they got one of the Gorilla Angreb guys dancing. And the blast sounded like this:

Whatever you like in mu-sick you got to accept that they have found and perfected their little niche and that they have become rock solid. No frills, no cheap bargaining with the audience just blasting through the set with almost no breaks. I would think they somehow even underscore the Ramones as in their early days and that sure thing is a bonus, on all fronts.

Küken (Hafenklang, Hamburg, 12.08.2017 (c) gehkacken.de 2017)
Küken (Hafenklang, Hamburg, 12.08.2017 (c) gehkacken.de 2017)

And with Küken being done, i had to make a call towards stars rather than Gorilla Angreb. And luck we had, after some drive towards the north and some waiting for clouds to clear off we had a grand view and saw quite some meteors.

Moon 12.08.2017 ( (c) gehkacken.de 2017)
Moon 12.08.2017 ( (c) gehkacken.de 2017)

That moon though was quite bright, so whilst you could see a lot of stars it took away the option to see the Milky Way … but hey, that is complaining on a very high level.

Great to see Küken, sad to had to let go Gorilla Angreb and more than happy to have seen the Perseid (despite me love not being able to capture them on Photo but that is an art we still need to fully understand and learn).

Did i take the right (hard) choice? Yes, out with me love seeking stars!

… this is Hamburg, not G20! FCK G20!

Oh boy, what a fucking weekend. Riots, peaceful G20 protest, 24×7 helicopter terror and a 20.000 strong police force under odd management to protect a bunch of people most inhabitants did not want to have in town in the first place.

Next to the chaos during the days it was also party, mu-sick and fun in the night.

First on upstairs at the Hafenklang was Christianes Birthday Bash, a party that was fuelled by two live acts. And a party that provided the charming bass player of Hamburgs rock legends GERD with plenty of gifts and that emitted loads of love.

Henry Cluney (Hafenklang, Goldener Salon, Hamburg, 08.07.2017) (c) gehkacken.de)

Surprise guest number one was Henry Cluney of Stiff Little Fingers fame who gave one of his acoustic solo shows – ie. strumming great sing-a-long songs (and sing-a-long the party people did with loud voices) and throwing in some nice jokes. And as a lot of the great sing-a-long hits of SLF where pinned in the late 70 and early 80s under the sound of helicopter rotors during „the troubles“ he must have felt home in Hamburg that weekend!

And thus here is one of these signature songs, try yerself:

He joined up to get a job
And show he wasn't scared
Swapped boy scout hat for army cap
He thought he'd be prepared
At the age of 17 he was forced to choose
Now at the age of 21 he's in Catch 22

He joined up for just three years
It seemed a small amount
But they didn't tell him
That the first two didn't count
At the age of 17 how was he to know
That at the age of 21 he'd still have one to go?

Written by Ogilvie/Fingers

Listen up youth:

That was great stuff with no question on street credibility. He was there, we not! What did stun people too was his guitar which was largely … without a body. Someone suggest it is like one of the folding bikes to enable Henry to fly hand luggage only and that it actually can fold it into a small bag. I guess that one is true. Great stuff and flying start into party and booze!

To take the lot further any Undertones, Descendents or Ramones would have suited, Christiane choose the Melones and thus choose Tommy, DeeDee, Johnny and Joey.

Someone very sceptical in the crowd noted „but they are wearin‘ fuckin‘ wigs“ but he did not dare to test it. It was simply full on Ramones blasting from the stage and light years better than what the Hamburg Ramönes provided 6 weeks back on the same stage.

Melones (Hafenklang, Goldener Salon, Hamburg, 08.07.2017) (c) gehkacken.de)

And it was all in style – though my critical eye noted that two minor details where handled slightly wrong: The joint „forward – backward“ movements of Johnny and DeeDee where not copied correctly and not executed to the required level of precission and Tommy did drum in a slightly different style. But hey, who am i to complain?

And that happy family then took the party to the next level with DJ Starry Eyes providing the dance muzak. The (cheap) booze plus the will to give Christiane a great night and leave outside the non-sense happening on the streets did drive them kids into extra laps and overtime. I was home late and knackered (and me love noted i stink of booze next morning), others had similar stories – what a great birthday bash!

So with some hangover me and others on Sunday eagerly prepared for the return of Rocket From The Crypt. A band that in 1996 and 1997 took us all by surprise and – i won’t stop mentioning it – gave us the future of rock’n’roll. At their 2nd show at the Logo me and me mates all got us RFTC bowling shirts and we wore them until they faded away. I kept mine in good condition so i could – as a first in my life – void golden rule not to wear a shirt of the band that is playing.

Speedo was somehow irritated at the start of the show, as he did remember they played the Knust in 1996 but could not fit the visual in front of his stage with old pictures in his head (no surprise, the old Knust was a cellar in a different part of town and so much smaller).

And like any great showman he took time to direct the lights to his liking:

And once the light was set and the amps on full steam ahead they kicked into the show like this:

Rocket From The Fucking Crypt are back and they are back for good. And better. And it feels like they have not been away (and, technically speaking, they haven’t – they just had few shows over the years due to the endless amount of side projects).

The Knust was well filled (but sure not sold out) and the audience took RFTC straight into their arms (and hearts). A lot of people where sure thing leaning to the older side but that would only ever change if RFTC release something new and return to the touring life – something that i do not anticipate in real.

For me it was just great – it felt like they never actually disappeared. Me mate Frosch, most likely hardcore as a fan, did travel over the years to the rare RFTC shows around the world and not only kept spreading the message but also enlarging his RFTC tattoo (a pity that it no longer gets you free admittance).

Rocket From The Crypt (Knust, Hamburg, 09.07.2017) (c) gehkacken.de)

They where so much together and so well oiled, it was stunning. The only item that was odd was that the stage of the Knust is big but not that wide, so the horn section somehow was placed to the backside (and mostly out of view for my preferred show position on the left). But all of that was made up by the full visual of the glittery backdrop and the stage dresses: A rock’n’roll show like a rock’n’roll show should be – with a capital S for show.

And by now RFTC have accustomed to the European demand for encores, so they stroll off the stage, come back on and mock fans up about that artificial awol. I’d say it is always the bands choice – if they have more to give or a surprise then by all means go for it. If they are done, then be done.

So RFTC gave us the extra, the bonus, the encore:

Stunning. Just stunning. And just perfect. I do know why i have so many records of them (though within that, there are some songs that are … err … let’s agree on complicated) and i do love them. And that love has just been renewed. And i do understand why me mate Frosch travels to all German shows to see them over and over again – there is something in it!

... a happy Frosch! ( (c) gehkacken.de 2017)
… a happy Frosch! ( (c) gehkacken.de 2017)

And what did that G20 long weekend now provide? Fuck nothing! Lack of proper policing, lack of sympathy for them cops, lack of sympathy for them riot-hipsters and lack of sympathy for them politicians. But all love and sympathy for those throwing great parties for friends, those who book great bands and sure those bands who go on stage and just deliver (even after a long drive from Paris to Hamburg, a drive that included 5 hours of traffic jam).

And sure thing for those who got out on the street and said NO G20 and FCK G20.

And if you like reading with a backdrop of helicopter rotors and them troubles – why not try a book by Adrian McKinty?