Strange one: Off! with a Blitzkrieg like run through Europe – 8 days, 5 countries, 6 shows. Luckily in Hamburg too. Sadly at a place that i just do not dig. The old shed called Logo feels odd on so many fronts that i try to avoid seing bands there.
The show was goddamn early and i could barely get away from home at 1900, be there at 1925 and still missed most of the support band.
Cable Ties are frenetic lead lines tethered to a hypnotic rhythm section. They take the 3 minute punk burner and stretch it past breaking point. Suddenly the garage rock gives way as primitive boogie, kraut and post-punk take things way out to the horizon.
The Logo was already packed in front of the stage and i could only listen to two songs from the back. None of it was frankly a 3 minute punk burner (they would be 2 minutes anyway), it was more of that stereotypical post punk sound from down under that currently is en vogue.
That said, it was at least not offending and had a little twang. What was offending was the rock star setup turned ad-absurdum: They had to setup their drums to the side, as the small stage of the Logo (and the goal post at the middle of the stage) would not allow to set it up in front of Off!s gear.
Once i had made my way to the front, they where already packing up – though with a smile.
Cable Ties (Logo, Hamburg, 02.02.2023 (c) gehkacken.de 2023)
I guess you got to check them out yerself, one of my friends liked them and most ignored them. For me it was simply not my mu-sick-al cuppoard.
Off! took the stage around 2100 and it took Keith like 10 minutes to get the setlist untangled from duct tape and then 5 more to place it.
On stage where familiar faces: Keith, his cup of coffee and his dreads. Dimitri with his guitars and extended own sound/mix desk. Absent was Mr. Steven Shane McDonald but he was prominently replaced by Autry Fulbright II (whom i saw on the same stage some time ago with Vanishing Life). A complete new face on drums (and turning out as a real asset) was Justin Brown (as i learned later a seasoned Jazz drummer that graduated from the Dave Brubeck Institute).
They kicked off at 2115, lead by soundscapes created by Dimitri and picked up by Bass and Drums – nice intro. From there it was typical Off! blasts either just above the 01:00 mark of just below the 02:00 mark (“punk burner” anyone?).
They played like 21 songs, grouped into clusters and more soundscapes from Dimitri (and guitar changes) between these clusters. Besides the fact that Keiths vocals indeed did not come through too perfect it was a stunning showcase of music as an art: The drummer was near perfect (and corrected Dimitris intro on two occasions with broad smiles), the bass run up and down the fret was groovy and what Dimitri gets out of his electrified six strings is just stunning.
The damn Internet (damn, never forgets) has Off! down as “… an american hardcore punk supergroup” and like it or not it has a grain of truth (and is a very modern approach at hardcore).
I liked it (specifically the mix of fast paced blasts and soundscapes), most of me mates liked it and a small circle in front of that anoying goal post had some dancing fun too.
Actually, the last record is indeed a stunning effort worth a listen. It comes in the same near perfect way as the mu-sick-al delivery on stage. At 2148 they where done, no encore. At least Keith was not in a chatty mood, so most of the time was spend on mu-sick.
The only one not happy was William, has he was served the wrong beer.
Jack, William and Joe (Averell was AWOL) being OFF!
And my disklike for the club? The stage is shitty, the bar service lousy and the floor if full of obstruction. Not my place.
Christoffer Carlsson – Was Ans Licht Kommt (Rowohlt, 2022)
Gelesen: 16.01. – 25.01.2023 (netto 481 Seiten)
Aus dem Schwedischen von Ulla Ackermann.
Ganz schön vertrackt dieses Buch. Alles andere als eine einfache Geschichte, die Christoffer Carlsson da in Halland (die Gegend südlich von Göteborg) spielen lässt.
In der friedlichen, ruhigen und beschaulichen Bauerngegend bricht 1986 nicht nur die Katastrophe des Mordes an Olof Palme in Stockholm herein sondern auch eine Vergewaltigung mit Todesfolge. Und ein Täter, der seine Tat anonym meldet.
Und ab da können wir den aufrechten Polizisten der Gegend beim verzweifeln zugucken. Denn der Wunsch Gerechtigkeit walten zu lassen oder Gerechtigkeit zu bekommen … der läuft ins Leere.
Das Buch verpackt dabei die Geschichte in viele Ebenen – zeitlich als auch die handelnden Personen – und erzählt aus vielen Sichtweisen. Entlang des Weges gibt es dann jede Menge falsche Fährten, teilweise extrem subtil angelegt.
Die Klammer ist dann ein Autor, der die ganze Geschichte entweder erfunden hat oder aber zugetragen bekommen hat. Aber die Lösung findet, die zwei Generationen von Polizisten nicht finden konnten. Und der Leser kann dabei zugucken wie die heile schwedische Welt zerbricht.
Vertrackt, nicht 100% mein Ding aber extrem klug angelegt. Und mit einer fast soziologischen Tiefe, ohne dabei nervig zu sein.
Highlight: Polizisten die aus lauter Frust zu Selbstjustiz greifen.
Hamburg not only has the Rebellion Pilgrims but also the Punk Rock Raduno Pellegrini. And whilst good old Charlie Harper (meanwhile at a whopping age of 78) would go on to play for the Rebellion lot on Saturday at the Fabrik the weekend started actually with a double feature for the Raduno lot:
On Friday it was Randells (Sweden) and Travoltas (Dutchistan) at the Monkeys and on Saturday it would be the Puke Fest in Münster. And not only Hamburgs local heroes The Haermorrhoids would be there, also a number of those attending at the Monkeys (and a few more) would take the train down to Münster.
Kick off was with the Randells from sunny Blekinge County in Sweden and they set the scene tongue-in-check with a sing-a-long that i guess everybody in Germany can sing to (at least in my g-g-g-generation):
And here is the original, in best Beat Club Fashion:
Her eyes were exciting her hair was golden,
The lips were inviting, and my heart she's stolen!
And whilst at it, there is sure a German cover:
With such a setting them Randells already have won me over, even more upon realizing that they adhere to one of my favorite ground rules: Matching and/or orchestrated stage attire!
Like many others from Sweden who play in the oddly dubbed Pop Punk genre (and remember, the “Pop” in Pop-Mu-Sick stands for “Popular”) they throw in a healthy dose of America, Beach, Sun and Surf. Which yet again on my side at least makes click for the last three.
Randells (Monkeys Music Club, Hamburg, 20.01.2023 (c) gehkacken.de 2023)
Their stage presentation was very structured, three songs, little break, next three songs. Between the songs just a few word to the audience, they where not really chatty.
And this is how it sounded, this is Cheese from their 2012 effort:
I liked them and the longer they played the more they won over the audience, as their songs are rather on the clever than simple side. They also seemed to build more confidence on stage and at at the end really had a big share of applause.
I would suggest you check them out, just go here! And, frank, sporting a Flying V Guitar out of genre wins me over at any time, anyway!
Next on my longest wait as i never had a chance to see them before, so this forever was my mental intro (hum away):
Responsible disclosure: I am a Travoltas devotee ever since this song was song #1 on my Playlist #1 (done back in 2000).
Their set list was immediately inspected by those in the know and positively comment with respect to the wide mix the songs originate from.
Travoltas – Setlist (Monkeys Music Club, Hamburg, 20.01.2023)
So this is how they kicked-off, One For The Road from Endless Summer (2002):
Bang – all the ingredients i was yearning for: Speed variations, harmony bridges, vocal bridges, choruses. Plus energy. Plus positive vibes. Yippieeeee!
It sure ain’t a surprise that as a consequence their songs are considerably longer than the normal Pop Punk stuff, just looking at the stuff of them i have on file it is on average 3:31 (and all of the other stuff in the genre hoovers around the 2:20 mark).
With 6 people on stage they almost exceeded the capacity of the Monkeys stage but that is what creates their unique and wide sound: Keyboard, two guitars, bass, drums and the singer (with a very wide vocal reach).
Travoltas (Monkeys Music Club, Hamburg, 20.01.2023 (c) gehkacken.de 2023)
It is a clever and damn simple recipe in the end, normally put to simple words as “… an energetic mix of the Beach Boys and Ramones with a dash of The Cars“. And to be frank, this is straight down my road:
Whenever i get mellow and the harsh sounds from H/C and Oi! need some offset it is this little niche of sugar coated harmonies that makes me smile, happy and sing-a-long. But it does need some Ramonescore under the belt, else it is too much sugar to swallow.
They played quite long, got loads of cheers and towards the end topped it with an endless barrage of hits:
First a cover of Major Tom (a true timeless beauty hat has also been flawlessly covered by Face To Face), then followed by Pray For Sun from their glorious Teenbeat album (all the way from 2000):
Little secret: That chorus always cheers me up and is in my mind when i stroll Danish beaches with the love of me life…
Let me go to the shore
On the beach where we belong
I always prayed for sun
There we go, don't say no
To the city by the bay
I know it will be home
But not without you, but not without you again, oh no
I'm not going without you
Please pray for sun
Next Waimea from Baja California (1997) only to return to another glorious sing-a-long from Teenbeat, that actually should have made it gold with any Radio Station serving a coastal area with sunny beaches:
Pacific Coast Highway, here we come!
Sing-a-long to that great chorus (that is also forever tied to my favorite shoreline on Jammerbugten):
And I will run to the ocean
I will run along the coastline
We'll be gone, no more worries
On the never ending shore
And those two songs in an ever better setting, live at Punk Rock Raduno (the best little festival in the world), all the way back in 2017. And rumors have it that this year the Punk Rock Raduno Pellegrini might have it yet again:
It was a pity that the turnout at the Monkeys was more small then medium (and sure not sold out) but all present in front of the stage by this time had a smile (or a broad smile) and where moving. Those who knew them sang along, those who did not where positively surprised.
At the end plenty of cheers, plenty of applause and a two song encore. As far as i was concerned i was flat out happy, as far as my friends heading for Puke Fest where concerned they where looking forward for yet another dose of the Travoltas.
And those who where at Puke Fest came back with even bigger praise about a complete tear down of the sold out place:
Puke-Fest description as per their Facebook site: Annual Punk-Festival in Münster, Germany. 100% pure old-school pop-punk!
Their conclusion on this years edition: „Puke Fest 2023 was beyond all of our wildest dreams! What a night! Unbelievable!"
You could just leave it at that, but i got to go into a little more detail: It was a perfect one day festival exactly half way between Raduno(s).
Setting was inside the Sputnik Hall in a rather small club, completely sold out this year, so you don’t feel or think about the winter outside.
8 bands in 7 hours, with band #4, The Shivvies from Rotterdam, getting the party really started. Consisting of the Real Danger rhythm section plus the pop punk genius Marien Nicotine of Apers/Windowsill/Giant Eagles fame on guitar and vocals, they play their s/t hit by hit album almost in it’s entirety, closing off with the faster Ramones style tracks.
Very hard to follow now but next band up on stage were our hometown heroes: The Haermorrhoids!
And … they simply played their best ever show, people went absolutely ape shit, bodies flying around from the very start. They did not slip a thing, all go no slow, it just could not have gotten much better than this.
Can’t wait for their 2nd album, they should be HUGE, ideally releasing it on a label like Fat Wreck, ruling today‘s punk rock world beyond their current circle of influence!
Things calmed down just a little bit with the Randells, who seemed very happy and more confident than in Hamburg in front of that wild Puke Fest party crowd.
Perfect bubblegum beach punk, not unlike fellow swedes Psychotic Youth. Austrias No. 1 DeeCRACKS followed up with more hard hitting Ramones style punk.
And from midnight the headliners Travoltas rounded off a memorable night, that has set the bar very high for live shows this year, a real contender for „Best Show Of The Year“, as early as January.
Same as the Randells they really enjoyed playing to a full capacity, enthusiastic crowd, and delivered in perfect style. As if it needed another singalong after glorious hits like „Liv Tyler“ the Puke Fest crowd also got treated to Peter Schilling’s „Major Tom“: „…Völlig losgelöst von der Erde…“, nothing could describe the feeling of this night any better.
Now they only need to give us „Do The Gal-I-Gator“ next time they play, hopefully at Punk Rock Raduno this summer. Daan, je hebt het beloofd!.
Thanks to the Puke Fest crew to make this happen - the Hamburg/Kiel contingent was utmost happy!
See you at Punk Rock Raduno 2023!
Frosch
Thanks to me mate Frosch for the summary and Kai Uwe and Kati for the pictures.
It is worth to note that since the Travoltas re-united they also face “long distance friendship” as their singer now resides in sunny Stockholm and runs a studio. Those interested in a wider mu-sick-al context might want to listen in:
In sum a great night that should have deserved more people in front of the stage and from where i stand a cemented love between Punk Rock Hamburg and the Travoltas (as visible on the tiles of the Monkeys loo).
Punk Rock Hamburg ❤ Travoltas
My dream date anyway would still be: Giant Eagles, The Shivvies, The Windowsill and Travoltas as a Dutch Package, during Summer on the Hamburg harbor front or on a boat cruising the harbor. Can i dream? Anybody willing to make dreams come true?