Trash. Einfach nur Trash. Und bei Trash wird schon mal geklaut, zB bei “Back into the Future” oder Jasper FForde. Aber Trash ist auch immer authentisch und Trash ist auch immer lustig.
Neben Kristof Kryszinski hat Jörg Juretzka auch noch ein kleines Ding laufen, in dem er das schreiben von Büchern, Drehbüchern und überhaupt durch den Quark zieht, samt allem was “hard boiled” und “Köln” ist. Nicht schlecht, aber leider nicht so gut ausgearbeitet wie seine Krimi Serie um KK.
Hier entkommt dem Autor eine Romangestalt in das wirkliche Leben (FForde!) und richtet in Köln ein Chaos und Blutbad an. Dabei wird nichts, aber auch nichts, außen vor gelassen. Und Schuld an allem ist die Kirche. Kurzweilig und Lustig, aber auch Gehoppel (die Sprünge von Kalauer zu Kalauer) und an einigen Stellen “ungenau”. Aber, hey, who gives a fuck! Der 2te Teil folgt, vielleicht fügt sich das dann ja alles zu einer Einheit.
The Lords of theNew Church – s/t (Llegal Records ILP009, 1982)
Now this serves a shitload of memories. One goes back to 29.09.1983 where they graced the Kir (and that was the old location in Hamburg Poppenbüttel) and we sneaked into the place through a broken window of the toilets (it was a sold out show anyway and the club was tiny). And they gave a hell of a live show with all the rock’n’roll glitter they had to give (and some more). They looked like rock stars, came across like rock stars and we did not give a flying fuck. For parts they looked junk too but little did we know back then about hard drugs and hard booze.
The other memory is that they looked like so many punks that had gone through the length of punk and came out at the end as “styled longhaired rocknroll twats” as i would say. Many of the Hamburg punks that went trough the late 70ties around that time sported similar looks, they where too much tied to what was going on in London! About that time US H/C came into view and that fresh look and sound was going to be what i was leaning to, rather than … rock’n’roll junkies?
Never mind, the Lords had something and sure they had members from bands i did dig: Dave from Sham 69 (i did love Sham back then to the max), Brian from the Damned (Hamburg Punks favorites), Nick from The Baracudas (just class!) and fronted by our lovely Dead Boy Stiv Bators. A match made from heaven and their first record really a fit!
Infamous Press-Kit from I.R.S. Records
The verdict:
1977 – yes, but with a scent of glam published by a cool label – Illegal Records, sure a household name found in a cool shop – Michelle Records, back then a great place for vinyl! catching sound – powerfull glampunk i’d say, not waste like later recordings the lyrics – surprisingly sharp, to the point and up to date with politics!
There a several “fav” songs on this record and i sure would love to see some covered by hardcore bands in a more modern style, that would show how good tunes they actually where. Let’s take this one – named after the fanzine we did back then and the record label i was soon to run:
Holy War! Holy War!
A Roman is invading Britain after hundreds of year.
With a pope star's world tour amidst fanatical tears.
A false prophet, the bible warns us. Who's wearing a crown.
Deceiving and uniting churches burn the whole world down.
Holy War! Holy War!
Anti-soviet polish priest was just the image they need.
Seize control of the catholic church for political greed.
They replaced him with an actor. Set the stage for war.
Pope John Paul II was poisoned behind Vatican doors.
Holy War! Holy War!
Inquisition, crusades and martyrs burned for blasphemy.
Religion causes most the wars throughout history.
Divine combat - revolution - the actor pope fraud.
Greed and murder is forgiven when in the name of god...
Holy War! Holy War!
Holy War! Holy War!
Holy War! Holy War!
(c) Steve Bator, Brian James - Illegal Music 1982
The very reason for this song is actualy a triplet in my record collection:
The fucking Pope all over England, Ireland and Germany (love those novelty records!)
Now listen yerself and remember: This comes from 1982!
And live it looked like this – down at the Marquee in London on 27.01.1984:
And where did it go from here? Downhill. As ever. Bators lived a junkie life and died a lone death after running into a car in Paris in 1990 – the other continued in and out of music. Even a sad “reunion” of the Lords happened in 2003 with a bad album in tow.
Unser Anti-Held Kristof Kryszinski nimmt uns diesmal mit auf eine Reise durch das Elend der Ruhrgebietes – Zigeuner, dealende Russen, kaputte Deutsche und das Elend der den Bach runtergehenden Innenstädte. Das Elend ist so Elend, das Kristof seinen Gig als Detektiv aufgegeben hat und nun eine Spelunke (die auch Bar sein könnte) führt. Als er nebenbei ein kleines Paket voll Koks findet und zu Geld machen will geht die Chose natürlich den Bach runter.
Neue Umgebung, neue Charaktere und ein klarer Blick auf die Menschen, die sich dort herumtreiben. Und ein Spass, der einem auch schonmal im Halse stecken bleibt, da auch hier gestorben wird und das nicht nur aus guten Motiven.
Ich mag das, ich mag den Humor und ich habe auch keine Probleme mit der kleinen Typveränderung die dem Helden wiederfährt. Das perfekte Buch um zu lernen wie man eine Kneipe führt. Lehrbuchstoff sozusagen. Passt.
