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  • … a happy family, united!

    … a happy family, united!

    Slowly the circuit is taking up traction again, though times are still tough and that 2nd wave not only ripples through other countries but also through Germany. Plus continued issues with some bars, clubs and locations on the entertainment circuit that do not adhere to the rules and good practices to keep themselves and their customers save making it harder for the clubs to put on shows.

    The Knust did open air and seated indoors, the Monkeys does the same (though took a month out now), the Hafenklang given size stays shut (though has a Kiosk thing going) and the Molotow uses the open-air backyard to enable some seated live shows.

    The Razors family came from near (that is obviously Hamburg) and far (that is as far as another hanseatic city on a shallow river to the south-west).

    The CHUCKS GANG: Hamburg 1977 Punk Rockers paired with a star from GERD – one mask is missing or two masks are surplus…

    Folks where eager and happy, though procedures still suck: As me mate Luke experienced prior to the show you can only get a beer from the nearby pub if you are seated. And in the Molotow you are guided to your table. 8 per table, split into 4 vs. 4 with a segregation made from plastic. Not really the most sexy setting but at last it is “live and loud” and i can chat with fellow #thereaintnuthinbetterthanlivemusic connoisseurs.

    First off Never Wanted, a young 3 piece from Hamburg. Following rather odd jokes around “where is their bass player” we realized it is intended to be Vocals, Guitar and Drums alone. Strange stage visual, specifically as the stage was set for a 4 piece, so it had a wide open left side.

    Never Wanted (Molotow, Hamburg, 23.09.2020)

    I always try to be fair but i also always stick to write up what i saw, heard – experienced for myself. And here the setup just did not work: German humpta-punk with a much too dominating rock guitar (up to and including axe wanking and a way too large effect board on the floor).

    Sorry, did not make click for single minute, just only ever for seconds. At least the lyrics where above humpta slogans occasionally, though still had elements of it. Not my thing, sorry.

    Next the Razors, 2nd gig with Stoffel on Guitar. And Gott locked away behind a wall of plastic, one of the new normal we gotta accept time being. Prior to the show they all emitted quite some joy of playing life again so quickly and that joy was transported over in the show.

    To the max. See them “Jump”:

    For me there was a large part of feeling “back home”, same feeling i had during the Punk Rock Hamburg weekend last month. Boy did i miss this: Chatting with friends, having a drink, surprising mates with a drink, being surprised with a drink and the friends on stage pushing great loud and fast mu-sick into me ears.

    Razors (Molotow, Hamburg, 23.09.2020)

    Whilst the outdoor setting still sucks the Molotow backyard is a rather cozy place, with lots of parasols and that gives an almost indoor feeling. And whilst the Razors plowed ahead both the band and the audience had their smiles growing: This is what we thrive for, collectively.

    And with new blood the Razors indeed have turned around very old songs and upgraded them to almost hardcore smashers. Whilst i value that attempt (to the max actually), i did complain with the band after the show that where not able to clock this in below the 02:00 mark – i’d say that should be a first goal.

    And if i have a wish free (and i guess a paying customer always has a wish free) then they should attempt to clock one in below the 01:00 mark even.

    Take it Stoffel:

    Perfect mid-week entertainment at a very early timing (doors at 18:30 and close-down by 21something) with loads of friends. With that energy i do look forward to the year end procedures (the annual BURN THE BAUM DOWN at the Knust). When closing down Danker unintentionally (i believe) seem to have given away that this year they not only do 30.12. but there will be a 31.12. Year End show too.

    If that is true than without me, both because of the natural hangover from 30st but also as i tend to enjoy my YE changeover in privacy with me love. But if such a YE show happens it’ll be a grand finale for a fucked up year on the live mu-sick circuit in Hamburg.

    At the start i captured “one mask missing, two masks surplus“, here you have “two masks missing, one mask surplus” and the sheer joy of friends loving live mu-sick singing along to the Razors.

    Sing-a-long, with or without mask but with a JEVER!

    And that is, what still provides hope in all of this shit.

    And this is what you will be missing if you don’t put in something extra for you loved band, your loved record label and your loved clubs. As said 2nd wave is coming there is literally no hope that touring bands from abroad will come around and clubs will be able to put a solid rooster up.

    So please be generous. Support your scene, now!

  • Bücher, schnell gelesen: Teil 1.478

    Bücher, schnell gelesen: Teil 1.478

    Chris Holm – Des Teufels Vollstrecker (Knaur, 2020)

    Gelesen: 14. – 15.09.2020, netto 339 Seiten

    Chris Holm ist ein durch-und-durch sympatischer Autor:

    I’ve been obsessed with music for as long as I can remember.

    My childhood was filled with the pop and crackle of my parents’ vinyl. My adolescence, chock-a-block with mixtapes and hardcore punk matinees. In college, my best friend and I had a radio show that was on so late, nobody listened, but we didn’t care; we were too busy dancing around the booth like idiots. And my wife and I have road-tripped to see amazing bands play lousy venues more times than I can count.

    Da fühle ich mich gleich zuhause!

    Das erste Buch seiner Michael Hendricks Serie hatte ich gelesen bevor ich meinen Lesesrhythmus hier dokumentiert habe, “So Was Von Tot” ist hiermit allen nochmal ans Herz gelegt.

    Des Teufels Vollstrecker” ist im englischen Original Red Right Hand und referenziert einen Song von Nick Cave:

    You’re one microscopic cog
    In his catastrophic plan
    Designed and directed by
    His red right hand

    Und so sieht das für Michael auch aus. Er hatte sich mit seinem Geschäftsmodel “Ich kille deinen Killer” mit den falschen angelegt – der Mafia – und muss immer noch mit den Folgen kämpfen. Im Rahmen seines Rachefeldzuges gerät er dem Rat (sowas wie eine Kriminellen UN) wieder in die Quere, aber nicht nur diesem. Und versucht den katastrophalen Plan aufzuhalten.

    Das Buch hat Tempo (viel Tempo), das Buch hat Witz (viel Witz), das Buch hat Härte (viel Härte) und das Buch ist (war, 2016 geschrieben) mit sehr aktuellen Bezügen: Das FBI bekommt die Ermittlungen in einem Islamistischen Terrorfall in San Francisco entzogen und wird durch eine private Sicherheitsfirma (die auch schon dem Pentagon im Irak diente) ersetzt.

    Erst spät erkennen wir, das dieses auch wieder nur durch den Rat geschieht. Um Spuren zu verwischen. Um Geld zu verdienen. Da Michael Hendricks aber clever und hart ist, kommt er diesen Dingen auf die Spur. Mit einer jungen und klugen (aber nicht harten) Assistentin, einem ehemaligen Militärkollegen, einer FBI Agentin und mit einem ehemaligen Mafiakiller, der eigentlich tot sein sollte, schmiedet er eine Allianz und macht sich daran zurückzukeilen.

    Um am Ende als Racheengel beim Sekretär des Rates (the red right hand) aufzutauchen. Kleiner Seitenspass für den geneigten Krimi Connoisseur: Der Sekretär hat den Namen Sal Lombino.

    Und hier schließt sich der Kreis von Nick Cave zu Milton:

    What if the breath that kindl’d those grim fires
    Awak’d should blow them into sevenfold rage
    And plunge us in the flames? or from above
    Should intermitted vengeance arm again
    His red right hand to plague us?
    (John Milton – Paradise Lost)

    Ein wirkliches flottes Buch, absolut überzeugend. Jede Menge Kopfkino (und definitiv eine Verfilmung wert). Jede Menge kleine Schmunzelspuren. Leider hat sein Verlag in den US of A nicht so gesehen … es gibt bisher kein neues Buch.

    Schade. Echt schade.

    Soundtrack dazu: The Headboys – The Shape Of Things To Come, was sonst?

    
    Caeser's praying for rain, lightning flashes around
    The prophet is screaming, his head hits the ground
    You should hear the warning if you read the signs
    Play with your own life but don't play with mine
    
    There was Moses and me when the wind took the change
    He hands out the menu, he moves out of range
    If you knew the action, you see us so blind
    Play with your own life but don't play with mine
    
    Oh oh oh oh
    The shape of things to come
    
    You're not invited to stay, you're not intended to go
    Can you tell the future? I don't think so
    You should hear the warning if you read the signs
    Play with your own life but don't play with mine
    
    The shape of things to come
    
    You're living your way, I live in mine
    May be tomorrow we will collide.
    

    PS: Chris Holm hat auch noch eine coole andere Serie (mit coolen Buch Covern) am Start, leider bisher nicht in Deutschland erschienen:

    Meet Sam Thornton. He collects souls. The souls of the damned, to be precise. Condemned to an eternity of servitude to hell thanks to a devil’s bargain he made to save his dying wife, his gig is part penance, part punishment, and all suck. But working for the man downstairs doesn’t keep Sam from trying to do what’s right…

    Chris Holm – The Collector Trilogy

    PPS: Und an einem tollen Buch über Power Pop hat er auch mitgearbeitet. Wow.

    Go All The Way: A Literary Appreciation of Power Pop by Paul Myers and S. W. Lauden
    (Rare Bird, 2019)

  • Bücher, schnell gelesen: Teil 1.477

    Bücher, schnell gelesen: Teil 1.477

    Max Annas – Der Fall Melchior Nikoleit (Rowohlt, 2020)

    Gelesen: 10. – 13.09.2020, netto 322 Seiten

    Ein Krimi der im realen Sozialismus der DDR spielt, im Jahr 1985. Max Annas hat bereits ein Buch über die Morduntersuchungskommission geschrieben, das habe ich nicht gelesen.

    Hier bin ich dem läppischen Kommentar einer Vertrauensperson gefolgt “da geht es auch um Punk in der DRR, Punk ist doch dein Ding” und habe zugegriffen.

    Das Buch passt zum Setting: Die DDR war grau, trist, voller kleiner Fluchten (bei den Polizisten in Alkohol, bei der Jugend in westliche Jugendkulturen wie zB Punk) und überhaus straff organisiert. Welcome back Abschnittsbevollmächtigter!

    Ein junger Punk ist Tod und sein Tod war kein Unfall. Da die sozialistische Gesellschaft der DDR ja nur den guten Menschen herausbringt sind Mörder natürlich eine schreckliche Ausnahme – ein Makel. Da muss schnell eine Lösung her.

    Was Max Annas gut hinbekommt ist eine passende Atmosphäre zu schaffen: Sei es bei den entweder desillusionierten oder demotivierten oder stamm sozialistischen Polizisten eine beklemmendes Gefühl zu schaffen (das sie nämlich nicht frei untersuchen können) oder bei den Punker, die Punk Musik aus dem West-Radio analysieren (großartig: die Deduktion von Richard Hell – Blank Generation über 4 Seiten, sowas haben wir bei unser Punk Entdeckung 1979 auch gemacht):

    I was sayin’ let me out of here before I was even born,
    it’s such a gamble when you get a face
    It’s fascinatin’ to observe what the mirror does
    But when I dine it’s for the wall that I set a place

    I belong to the blank generation and I can take it or leave it each time
    I belong to the generation but I can take it or leave it each time

    Das Ding ist spannend aber ohne Spannung zu erzeugen. Die gelegten Fährten sind zu einfach (und zu plakativ). Und es hat letztendlich keinen Pfiff, keine Überraschung. Zutiefst DDR, oder?

    Ich glaube mehr mag ich davon nicht lesen. Lieber ein pass MfS Akten.

    Soundtrack dazu: Richard Hell – Blank Generation, was sonst?

    PS: Das Buch ist Matthias Domaschk gewidmet – ein Stasi Opfer. In diesem Kontext hat das Buch allerdings durchaus Sinn.