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  • … a tale  of cunts, hanging bollocks and a 40 year mutual love: Goodbye Hard Skin!

    … a tale of cunts, hanging bollocks and a 40 year mutual love: Goodbye Hard Skin!

    Hard Skin have been regular visitors to Hamburg over the last say 40 years, have made endless close friends over here and as such their Final Hamburg Show was sold out in record time, with demands for more tickets pestering the Hafenklang.

    When i arrived my first feel was not only “wow, that’ll be packed” but also i realized that some of the 80’s Network Of Friends where in attendance with plenty of people coming from far (i saw faces from Munich, from Berlin and god knows where else).

    Support was from Hamburgs own Jesus Skins, a band that i never got and who also on this slot still did not get me.

    Jesus Skins (Hafenklang, Hamburg, 25.09.2025)
    (c) gehkacken.de 2025

    They sported a good guitar on my side of the stage and the dual vocals had something to it. But the very German (albeit not Rumpel-Oi!) approach to Oi! is just not my cup of tea.

    And, on top, the light was shite (not their fault i guess).

    Luckily Hard Skin took the stage quickly and here is how they kicked off in typical Hard Skin style (telling the audience how much they love ’em) with Law and Order:

    It sounded a wee bit wobbly but nevermind, it was the kick-off to a set with only bangers, a set with almost exclusively sing-a-longs.

    And the packed house did. Sing-a-long. And danced like there is no tomorrow.

    And, in between, Sean gave the lot some rest and demonstrated how easy story telling is: From him being important via German footie and Cock Sparrer being shite to small cocks in less than 1:40.

    Also an achievement and definitely greatly missed in future:

    And remember, having a laugh and having a say goes hand-in-glove.

    The almost rushed through their set, unfortunately it was not a 2 hour set but only ever roughly one footie half with a bit of extra time.

    Hard Skin (Hafenklang, Hamburg, 25.09.2025)
    (c) gehkacken.de 2025

    But from the start to the end it was pure fun, sing-a-long and in the end of the day brilliantly played and with a surprising good sound.

    In the rooster also short & fast bangers like Who’s that Boy? had their place with the lot filling in on the chorus:

    Just puurrrfect!

    Much too fast it was over, much too fast i had to catch my ride home and give my still hurting foot a rest. Indeed the humor of a Hard Skin show is the one thing i will greatly miss, but only 2nd to the utmost great people in the band themselves.

    Next to me also my favorite booker was happy, he had the best working day in quite a while and a sold out house.

    And if those that have to work to make me consumer happy are also happy – than it was absolutely a very special show. A perfect farewell for a band with a long lasting love for & by Hamburg.

    Oi! yer cunts!

    … and a historic cunt!
  • Bücher, schnell gelesen: 1.789

    Bücher, schnell gelesen: 1.789

    Jon Bassoff – Todestaufe (Polar Verlag, 2025)

    Gelesen: 15. – 22.09.2025 (netto 305 Seiten)

    Aus dem Amerikanischen von Sven Koch.

    Ganz selten einmal hab ich einen WOW Effekt bei dem deutschen Titel eines Buches. Hier war mal wieder so weit: Aus dem Original Beneath Cruel Waters wurde Todestaufe. Kann passen, muss nicht passen.

    Und dann, auf Seite 305, kommt der Knaller. Und der deutsche Titel schlägt den amerikanischen um … Lichtjahre (einzig das Stock-Foto auf dem Titel passt so garnicht).

    Jon Bassoff schreibt in der Regel Genregrenzgänger. Horror? Crime? Thriller? Ich glaube er kann alles. In Todestaufe schafft er eine perfekte Balance zwischen einem langsamen Psychothriller (mit einem ziemlich fesselnden und verstörenden Fixpunkt) und einer emotionalen Coming-of-Age-Geschichte. Und erinnert den Leser daran das eine impulsive Entscheidung den Verlauf eines Lebens komplett verändern kann.

    Und auch daran, dass Geheimnisse um des Scheins willen und Lügen letztlich zur Tragödie führen, besonders wenn sie im Namen der Religion geschehen.

    Auf gehts nach Thompsonville, Colorado. 1984.

    Eine Frau betritt das Haus eines Mannes und feuert drei Schüsse ab: Einen in den Bauch, zwei in die Brust. Nachdem er seinen letzten Atemzug getan hat, zückt sie eine alte Polaroid-Kamera, macht ein Foto und geht zur Tür hinaus.

    34 Jahre später kehrt dieselbe Frau in das inzwischen baufällige, niedergebrannte Haus zurück, liest eine Bibelstelle und erhängt sich anschließend.

    In Deerfield, Kansas, wacht Feuerwehrmann Holt Davidson in einem billigen Motel neben einer Kellnerin auf, die er am Vorabend in einem Straßencafé aufgegabelt hat. Die unwillkommenen Fragen der verheirateten Frau nach seiner Identität werden durch einen Anruf unterbrochen, in dem ihm mitgeteilt wird, dass Vivian, seine Mutter, Selbstmord begangen hat.

    Was für ein cooler Start in die Geschichte.

    Von da an seziert Jon Bassoff quasi die Story: Er enthüllt Geheimnisse und Details gaaaanz laaangsam Stück für Stück, sodass der erfahrene Crime Leser Hinweise und Informationsfetzen zu eigenen Theorien entwickeln kann.

    Mehr als einmal schickt er dabei den Leser nicht auf eine falsche Fährte sondern lasst die Geschichte schlicht und einfach nicht vorhersehrbar weitergehen. Dazu ist das Buch eine außerordentlich Düster, perfekt Hoffnungslos und es ruft alle Geister herbei, besonders der Kindheit.

    Und während der Leser grübelt, gräbt Holt in seiner Familiengeschichte. Tief. Immer tiefer. Immer fieser. Und dann kommt die Todestaufe.

    Auf Seite 305.

    Ein fesselndes Buch mit WOW Effekten.

    Soundtrack dazu: Debt Neglectors – Bad Faith, was sonst?

    PS: Jon schafft auch relevante Settings…

    ( (c) Polar Verlag 2025)

    PPS: Und Jon hat Humor…

    PPPS: Und nach dem Buch wurde auch ein Song gemacht

  • … another pretty,  vacant and DIY show!

    … another pretty, vacant and DIY show!

    Another Limited Edition show at the Pretty Vacant HQ, aptly limited to 77 tickets. Average age of attendance was also much nearer to 77 than to 18, though many of the good folks attending where praising the DIY feel it had, much like “back then” (which in Hamburg would be Krawall 2000 times and 1979).

    The rooster was almost a Sounds Of Subterrania (just another DIY venture) exclusive, all the way north from sunny Ålborg came the migthy Columbian Neckties and venturing north from sunny Kölle where the Cellophane Suckers. Two bands destined for raunchy, sleazy and fast paced Punk’n’Roll.

    And both bands share the same fate: I have records of them but i can not recall to ever have seen them live. So easiest choice for me to get out, despite the sorrow of a family loss and an injured foot.

    The Cellophane Suckers kicked it off and from the start delivered in top form: Solid backline of Drum & Bass, dueling guitars and a singer leaning all in (and going shirtless in 1,2,3 … 4).

    Cellophane Suckers (Pretty Vacant HQ, Hamburg, 13.09.2025)
    (c) gehkacken.de 2025

    Their career spans since 1993 i think and within that they have ventured criss-cross many mu-sick-al lables, exploring the boundaries within our little niche (with a tendency to what people may dub Garage Rock, Sleaze Punk or simply … Punk mutherfucking Rock).

    The songs differ in length, my loveliest one was this short banger that effectively showcases all of their abilities within a 01:30 limit…

    … Rise Up!

    No chord spared, no unnecessary reprise, verse or chorus.

    There where also other songs that stretched much longer, if i am not mistaken the rest of the band on one took the piss out of the singer (who suffered under the 12 600 watts emitters called stage lights) by extend one song almost into oblivion (just by encouraging each other with quick looks and eye brow nods the singer did not realize).

    Cellophane Suckers (Pretty Vacant HQ, Hamburg, 13.09.2025)
    (c) gehkacken.de 2025

    They had fund on stage, the audience had fun and despite the heat emitters it was a near perfect sound. Spinal Tap moment: Turning the Marshall Amp Beer Fridge on stage to … 11.

    They know what they do!

    Columbian Neckties next, hampered though by they bass player being off sick and having to short notice recruit and train a tour replacement. According to Jeppe that took Torben only one hour … though on stage he got a little chord helper laid down on the floor.

    With them, the Punk’n’Roll had less speed but more depth (at least my mu-sick-al receptors decoded it that way), relentless driven forward by the guitar.

    Columbuian Neckties (Pretty Vacant HQ, Hamburg, 13.09.2025)
    (c) gehkacken.de 2025

    It felt a wee bit like a wall of sound and that feeling was utmost good. And just like the singer of the Cellophane Suckers Jeppe succumbed to the heat emitters and went 1,2,3 Oberkörper Frei in due cause.

    Their approach has been summed up almost perfect like this:

    This is Punk – Punk and not Rock in disguise. Garage will always be Garage and that means getting your hands dirty. Their shows never fall short from being total revelations and are cramped with energy to an extent, that you could illuminate the Autobahn at night, if we were able to feed that energy into our power circuits.

    Most of all, Columbian Neckties are real! Not just Students jamming around, No Dressmen, no ‘we’ll-do-whatever-the-industry-can-sell’ – types, but rather the boys from nextdoor who happen to play mindblowing Garagepunk.

    And boy, there is nothing to add to this!

    Columbuian Neckties (Pretty Vacant HQ, Hamburg, 13.09.2025)
    (c) gehkacken.de 2025

    They got the lot even more engaged than the Cellophane Sucker, more dancing and i guess even more cheers. And frank, they where a 110% fit for the makeshift DIY stage at the Pretty Vacant HQ.

    Very real!

    Once they where done the whole thing was not done yet, the good folks that throw this had organized a little raffle and every ticket could win. I was lucky, my (normally unlucky) #34 got me some Schnaps, a Dream Boogie LP and as the highest value item a professional air guitar plectron.

    …surprise raffle win – Dream Boogie LP on Sounds Of Subterrania

    The only pity was that my hurt foot started to be very painful whilst the Danes played and i had to sit down. I should have taken painkillers and drop the beer thingy.

    Looking forward to the next edition of PVHQ Limited Edition (that comes fast with Fat Flag and Youth Of Altona), it is utmost fun, done by utmost nice people and attended … by friends.

    Just like back then!

    100% DIY VIP Ticket!