On the day prior to the show i had to run an errand to get some medicine for our cat Toni and stumbled through early extends of the damn Reeperbahn Festival: Also bars in side streets had been booked by – i guess – Event Managers for entertainment of Mu-sick Biz Cool People. In short, i had to side step my way on the pavement through a bunch of indie whores.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Boy was i glad that my outlook was not queuing to see a band marketenders hype as the next big thing but a real club with real people. A place not participating in it. A place where i would get to see something unknown (welcome Bronco Libre from Leipzig) and something unusual (welcome Oi Boys from Metz).<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Bronco Libre kicked off, a 3 piece from Leipzig with i guess a French singing in … quelle surprise, French. I have not come across them prior, namely because i tend to ignore Bands originating from Germany (and ever more eastern Germany).<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I know it is a shortcoming but somehow it is hard to overcome. I know also that i am wrong, simply because i loose out on good music. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Like this one, here is D\u00e9chirures<\/em> (Tears) from Bronco Libre: <\/p>\n\n\n\n