Fer fucks sake – i just realized that the review of the Fucked Up show was my blog entry 1000 and that i completely omitted to capitalize on that little fun fact.
04.08.2011 marks the day i put this up, whilst the domain was in my possession actually many more years. But back then i decided to put www.oldpunks.de on permanent hiatus and go back expanding a wee bit more, just like in the early 80’s when i was putting out a small fanzine.
And now we are in 2019 and i have passed a thousand blags, wow. The only item i still don’t know is how many readers actually enjoy this shit. And what they enjoy. If you want to fill some of the void, just leave a comment.
Else it is fast forward to more books, more shows and, eventually, back to some footie.
For me this January was a month of rest and contemplation – after a hectic and full on 2018 i decided to pause. For some part willingly (eg. booze) and for some part unwillingly (eg. a man flue aka near death experience had me down so i missed some shows). At the end it was for the good old Fucked Up from snowy Canada to win the “First show of the year” Medal and lure me away from the fire place.
It was a strange setting, an early start and an unknown support band. It turned out to be Chastity from Whitby, Ontario, and they turned out to be somehow like a 90s revival band. Or, as someone in the audience pointed out, “… they seem to know their Grunge very well“.
They were definitely not my mu-sick-al chair, specifically when the vocals had spoken-word/rap style. They though had one song much slower than the others and that turned out to be a real beauty. I think it was this one – so check out yerself:
On the visual side they where quite funny: A shy, geeky guitar with a massive effect board, a hidden drummer, a french style girl on bass and a long haired guy on vocals. The looked a bit battered, so i guess that tour in tow with Fucked Up was demanding for them. But they gave their best and that’s why i gave them some applause.
Next on Fucked Up, the sole reason why the Molotow on a cold and snowy Thursday was sold out (actually it was sold out in advance, as the Hamburg lot ha to wait way too long to have them back). If you where new to Fucked up then yet again the visuals would make you wonder:
There are plenty of amps on stage and that is because they sport 3 (Three!) guitars. And 5 out of the 6 members neither look hardcore nor act hardcore. But paired with Damian on vocals they are a just a perfect visual and audio representation of the term “Wall of Sound”.
Fucked Up (Molotow, Hamburg, 31.01.2019 (c) gehkacken.de)
Their cupboard nowadays is labeled “alternative hardcore punk psychedelic punk punk” and whilst that might be the spread they entertain it is the sheer perfect guitar sound by those three gentlemen on guitar that singles them out: They play in sync but still provide soundscapes that widen the experience into all sorts. Stunning. Just stunning!
The only item odd, as almost ever with the Molotow, was the lights and the sound. Even the guitar player on the far right was at length unhappy with either his sound in his monitor or the others sound back to his monitor. On top there was also some technical defect that made the vocals disappear during one of the songs.
Fucked Up (Molotow, Hamburg, 31.01.2019 (c) gehkacken.de)
But hey, that’s real life and that’s not driving for perfection but for honesty, integrity and message. I loved them, me mate around me loved them and all of us greedy record collector scum will most likely never complete their releases: 11 Albums, 54 singles and still counting. Their latest effort is here, check it out:
It started early, it finished early and i stayed away from booze on the last day of January too. And i also accomplished the final stroll home through a nicely snow powdered city. And lucky me, i live a mere 5 minutes uphill from the Molotow – so a very enjoyable day ended with an very enjoyable walk home.
Das Buch steht schon länger im Rückstand und ich habe es immer wieder nach hinten sortiert. Hauptgrund dafür der Waschzettel auf der Rückseite und das Cover. Und warum habe ich es überhaupt gekauft? Natürlich wegen der Übersetzerin: Die wunderbare Conny Lösch (ein Qualitätsmerkmal) hat übersetzt.
Und was habe ich bekommen? Eine perfekt und mit viel Street bzw. Cop Credibility erzählte Serialkiller Story mit einem großartigen Spannungsbogen. Und einer sensationell gemachten falschen Fährte, die am Ende auch den erfahrenen Krimi-Leser überrascht zurücklässt: Das Detail hatte auch ich übersehen.
Wow. Das war überraschend! Härte, Tempo, Gewalt und viel Blut – alles da was ein guter Slasher braucht, dazu jede Menge Cop Alltag. Cool. Trotz der Drohung auf dem Umschlag freue ich mich auf mehr.
PPS: Warum der Ullstein Verlag ein derart schlecht passendes Cover mit einem Stock-Foto dafür genommen?
Ist sowas nach der Haager Landkriegsordnung nicht geächtet?
Das Original kommt so und passend zu Thema daher:
Daniel Cole – Ragdoll (Orion Books, 2017)
Ich werde es glaube ich nie verstehen was das soll, ich kann es mir nur so erklären das entweder die Lektoren größenwahnsinnig sind oder aber die Lizenzkosten fürchten. Zum Kotzen!
