What was supposed to be a super-duper Friday night out starting with a floodlight home win of the magic FCSP followed by some cool Italian mu-sick had a wee bit of a bad start with the odd 1:3 … and the frickin’ cold outside. So after the footie we made fast way into the well heated Monkeys, to kill the footie anger with some pints of Monkeys Red and some good sounds.
First on The Twinkles from Italy, very late thanks to Sleazy Jet’s own understanding of German Pünktlichkeit. Their lightweight Pop-Punk is not really known up here i guess, though their hit “You’re Poser” was a minor hit with some (and a big one with my humble self). And they took the stage like this …
It was quite funny and entertaining – next to their own songs they also covered The Beatles, Cock Sparrer and The Boys (and that one most likely being the best one) and seemed to have plenty of fun the longer they where on stage.
What was specifically funny was the way the bass player did hold his instrument and did play it: E-String only (Kraut’s “Flossing with an E-String” came to my mind). Non-Versatile would be euphemism i’d rekon. But they made friends with their summer influenced light weight stuff and has a bit of a school band charm. I did love it, others kept moaning.
Next on Giuda and the space in front of the stage became rather tight, though it felt that it was not really a sell-out show. As ever Giuda hit the stage quickly sans singer, who joined through the audience. And they hit off like this …
Absolut perfect sound, absolut in sync. They have perfected their 1973 retro sound even further, without loosing the edge in live performance. On record though i felt the last album to be a bit too smooth, to much softened.
Hard, fast and driven by the guitar player that does keep himself back to the left, i think he is the mean machine behind the Giuda sound – just perfect!
They performed a good mix of old and new stuff and they got the crowd moving on all counts. What was notable though was the high number of ladies in the audience and to the front, quite a different feeling to the else male dominated punk and hardcore circut.
At the end they finished the set just within an hour, short to my liking but they are on a tour that makes them criss-cross Germany every day so there is some sympathy. What was also notable was that they still lack “any” communication skills with the audience, though they neither please them or fend them off: They either just want to have the mu-sick speak for them or there is a language barrier.
At the risk of repeating myself: they have created the perfect niche for themselves and they actually deserve some success. I am a Giuda Fan!