Me mate Frosch complained upfront: You can not see Gerd more than once a year, they are wearing off to quickly. But on Friday, whilst saying goodbye to BU’s home ground, we agreed to go and watch them at St. Pauli’s Reeperbahn Fan Store despite the fact that the Reeperbahn was full of Turboyouth and other crap that weekend.
My desires where simple, so we and about 30 other oldpunks plus normal tourists got see Gerd and boy did Toni and myself enjoy it: Energy, Fun and some sing-a-long tunes. Nothing better for a Saturday.
And that was a hit later covered by Blondie, followed by another hit that was taken to one-hit-wonder fame by David Dundas:
And a song that Glen Danzig did sneak into the Misfits „Beware“ 12″:
It was quite entertaining to see normal tourists being lured by the sound into the shop and starting to enjoy the hits that made Gerd famous in the 70s and they most likely know from those who stole the songs off them. And they continued to shop for St. Pauli merch too – fun to see!
We finished the night off the Reeperbahn (too busy) and in the pub. And traded stories about „back then“ and fun moments in Hamburg’s musick history until the wee of the morning.
Great night, great band and great friends – and another complaint by me mate Frosch that i did show way too much enjoyment during Gerd’s show. I should rather spend that enjoyment for the next unknown Hardcore band at the Hafenklang. I can’t promise but i’ll do me best mate!
And magic did happen on Sunday: FCSP did an away win! We did our part, Gerd did their part. Priceless!
Whilst Thursday was devoted to explore new sounds and see new bands, Saturday was something more traditional and turned out to be equal fun, though with a setting of an average age quite above the K-Town Warm-up.
A surprise slot was down for The Mad Moiselles from Hagen and they where plagued manyfold: The audience rather boozed and mingled in the pub, they where singled out by one audience member as ‚… god, they all somehow look ugly‘ and in reply someone else made a firm statement as in ‚… i lived for 4 month in Hagen, it is ugly and they all look strange there‘. In other words the troops where not up for them but they still delivered some good 1976 styled punk rock with an emphasis on „76“ and „Rock“ (not unexpected for a band that sported Thin Lizzy and Downliners Sect T-Shirts).
Next Hamburgs own Gerd and the fun element of the evening sure was there, all the classic hits that Gerd did write 38 years ago where served and good interaction with the willing audience was ensured.
I guess it is called the home advantage, where 80% of the audience knows one or more members of the band on stage. Sometimes musicians are lucky!
And people got carried away, dancing and singing along and demanding Gerd’s 1967 smash hit – and once served celebrated it with fireworks.
That done it was time for the headliners. Two brothers on strings and a drummer. The most simple setup but also the most welcome recipe for winning. As in over the audience. See how they lured people out of the pub and back onto the dancefloor…
And sure thing the audience knew what was being served: Mid paced melodic punk, with great vocals and choruses and sure melodic hooks. And all of that served precise. To the point. No nonsense.
They are around for such a long time and they get their show across to small and large audience with a smile and with an eye for detail: For those who read here on a regular basis it is known that i do like consistent stage attire with something special. The Guitar Gangsters did get a 9 out of 10, their hidden gem was 3 ties – in Black, Red and Gold (from right to left) and thus the german flag. Nice hat off to the country where they constantly enjoy success!
And by the end they had everyone singing and moving, just a few barflies took it easier. How to sum them up? ‚Critically underrated for years‚ makes a good line. They are in it for the fun and they serve it with a smile. Well done lads!
As they where so great and they never had a hit on MTV here are more pic on heavy rotation:
And as ever thanks for those who turned up, supported the bands and supported that little gem hidden away in Altona. Love it. Love my pint of black gold too – where else can i have that and see great bands?
Halloween can normally kiss my ass. A couple of real young kids on my doorsteps trying to scare me is ok and they’ll get some sweets thanks to my big love but a Halloween Party themed show? Do i really want to go? I struggled long but in the end the Blackpool Pilgrims persuaded me: Dirt Box Disco is hot fun shit, with a notch-notch and a sing-a-long. And there was something else, it was the 20th anniversary of Charly Jungbluth’s Tattoo Parlor and the money from the evening would go to Sea Shepherd (rebels with a cause). And, on top, the party was assured by Hamburgs own GERD – always a sing-a-long guarantee!
The party was opened by Charly Jungbluth, who was the host you could whish for: Dead but his pockets full of beer vouchers he was handing to the audience – a flying start whilst searching for Gerd, who seem to have to gotten astray getting their Halloween make-up fixed.
If you have not seen Gerd (and if you do not know who Gerd was – see ROCKER – DER FILM) then you most likely do not get the fun – a bunch of old punks play early 70s rock (and some early punk, and then some glam and and and) for the fun of it. And they do it quite well and it is just this neat feeling of sing-a-long that makes it worthwhile. They kicked off with the well themed „Kick Out the Jams“ and took it from there:
Next on Dirt Box Disco. I guess there have been 30 odd old punks in the audience who savored them in Blackpool earlier this year – hence they where greeted with a strong „Hooray! Hooray! It’s Dirt Box Day!“ from the dance floor.
And the show went on it’s way – high speed punk rock with tongue-in-check lyrics and great sing-a-long choruses. On top of that a 4-piece where all had some sort of stage-persona-via-dress and just made a great show. So listen up and next time round i want to see so many more people rocking the house when the call for arms is sung!
Here they take the stage – Hooray, Hooray – it’s Dirt Box Day:
… and stormed into Burning (as we are all going straight to hell):
And his lowness the fucking Pope himself graced the stage to bless Dirt Box Disco so that they do change the world:
Dirt Box Disco not only are King of the Castle…they where Kings of the Knust for sure:
Hamburg is Rock’n’Roll – there ain’t no fucking question:
Sure the next one was open invite – gettin‘ fuckin‘ wasted was always on the map for this niight:
And sure the encore that the crowd did ask for all night long:
Do you want more? Go and buy their records, download them or just make sure you get to see them if they are near you. And trust me, they are worth a long ride so make the radius that defines „near“ quite large!
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