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Yes, here we go! That's Rock'n'Roll - not more - nor less.
This is not a pensioner-Oldieband. Although the mere of Dr.Feelgood look like nice granddaddys beyond their midlife-crisis, the performance meets every expectation. The stage is shaking, the world stands still. But at the same time an inferno is exploding. And believe me, there ain't no single word exaggerated. Dr.Feelgood, a band with absolute cultstatus are 100% power. They don't leave us time to breath, they step on to tables, they throw themselves into the audiance, they climb underneath the ceiling and smash on the floor. Besides this energetic show, these Englishmen show brilliant musical geniality. I'm impressed, and it's not only me.

At the latest when "Milk & Alcohol" comes on, nobody stands still on his spot, and the club is boiling like a hot chilly on 600 degrees. A sun eruption is a water drop running down a leaf compared to what's going on here. Holy mother Mary, I hope, you taught Joseph how to dance chachacha. Quite a few other hardrockin' groups should come along and take an example what a real Rock'n'Roll show looks like.-
Just between us nons, there is not much more to say. Except maybe, that there is only one more activity, which can be even more exhausting. However, both are minor matters, and both are the very best ones. Or does anybody raise objections?......

Rock-Icons are also only human. This fact hit me at least when I had the first glimpse through the lense of my camera. Jesus wept! How lucky, that modern progress gave us so much High-tech concerning Beauty-Esthetic. So even the oldest rockstars are able to pretend Youth to the public eye, despite maybe a few tiny gaps.
However, as long as the performance stays without wrinkles, and no lifting is necessary, we don't mind the - too smooth mimic, a wig and a small belly. Joe Lynn Turner (who I mean with all this in first place ) and Glen Hughes are two of those icons. Each one in his own way. And as we say, double wrap-ups last longer, to avoid the liquidation of a myth as well, they appear in a double package as Gods of classic Hardrock. Two legends massage themselves taking two portions of aloe vera in classic tunes, which made history. Or take the hot and cold baths of acustic performance, concerning the -

- maybe conditionell rheumatic handicaps. One thing we have to admit truly. The oral expression of both has left no traces over all these years. Turner is still singing like a yung nightingale, and Hughes is still taking three octaves, which he did in 1973, when he found the ultimative illumination through Mastermind Blackmore - (that's at least what he told the audiance tonight on stage)
As a matter of course, Purple classic-tunes like "Burn" and "Stormbringer" are on the setlist as well as Rainbow- and Black Sabbath tracks, - taken as a regenrating peeling. The living-cell therapy is the current Hughes/Turner project album. Anyway, result of the wellness-package inclusively a cosmetic finecut is a solid foundation covered with camouflage make-up and perfectly put in scene. Only the slight shades underneath the eyes, remind us on better days. But mirrors are patient and long live the industry.

Southernrock is dead, viva Southernrock. Here in Germany is neither the first statement quite true nor is the other. Yes, they do exist over here, these Die-Hard- Southernrock-flag-T-Shirt Fans with Cowboy-Boots and hats and the nessacery tin of beer or Whiskey-Coke.And of course the usual joint mustn'd be missing. Now and then you still find him, the nostalic chap of Mississippi-philosophy at the on or other Smokes-Stake-Lightning-Event. Only tonight the famous story-titel "Gone With The Wind" has become cruel reallity out of whatever for reasons.

Raging Slab are going for almost 20 years, Raging Slab have got about a dozen records out, but Raging Slab are still foreigners over here in exotic Germany. Even in their home country America, the so-called stonerrockers are just about known south of the Missouri. What a shame, 'cause those patriots did deserve a little bit more attention. The three guys and one girl treat their guitars in a way that it sounds like a 12 cylinder Ferrari-Testarosso, and the drummer seems like a relative of "One Flies Over The Kuckucksnest."

My god, no earplug stays at it's place, believe me. But it doesn't help, and the rime "much noise for nothing" becomes sad reallity. It's a pity, because this is definately a group, which grows with the audiance. That's why tonight their talent is only visible like the the glimpse through an electronic-microscop. Eh... before I forget - what about "Bent For Silver, Why Don't You go For Gold?!.....

Yes!!! There he is, the incarnation of a sexsymbol, the most erotic man on this god damned planet. Yes!!! And I'm down there in the photopit, with my finger on the trigger of my camera, forgetting to push the button. The view of so much sex made off trained steely muscels, an oily, hairy chest and the bare naked above brand. (Baldheads can be sooo sexy!). letting me sneaf and getting to the thought: - why am I a woman? But you can't always get what you want in life do you?! And our sexiest man alive Richard Fairbrass is known to prefer the male version of human beeings to the females in opposite to his brother Fred (guitar). There's nothing we can do, is there, so what?! Don't give a holy sh...
"Right Said Fred" are 100% Brit-Pop. "Right Said Fred" are seven people up there on stage, but actually there's only one. Everything else around ain't important. With "I'm Too Sexy -For Your Love", nobody needs Viagra anymore within this holy venue, if men with women, women with men, or men with men just to get the real kick. Don't worry. - Richard, our Valentino of the 21st century takes care about the ultimate aura with his Sexappeal, to increase everybody's orgasm abillity.

"Right Said Fred" are fun for life - to sing with them, to dance along with them and to ....... okay forget it.
And by the way, I'm still a woman, okay?!

Jesus Christ! Am I awake or am I dreaming? I always thought years go by without a trace on Rock'n'Roll stars, if you ignore possible excesses, which make their faces sometimes seem like wrinkled cauliflower.

Just let's remember, when Peter Gabriel promoted his last album "US" about ten years ago with youthful power. Now "UP" is here and once again Peter Gabriel, only with a little difference. There is not much left of the youthful power. But at least he hasn't got a cauliflower face. So what? Long talk short sense, up there on stage, there is an elderly gentleman, probably beyond his midlife crisis. Not as slim as he used to be, grey temples and no hair left above, the ikon of art rock still rediates this special kind of intellectual sovereignty, who he already showed at Genesis-past times. But Gabriel's spontanious gestic has changed to elderly leisureliness. Also the fact, his appearance is a special guest headliner set for the 20th anniversary of Virgin Records at the Königsplatz in Munich, didn't let him come out of his keyboard fortress on stage left hand side. Daughter Melanie, situated just beside Daddy, is similar focused to her old man refering what's up to powerful esperit. No, don't let us be too ironically. The guys in the Gabriel Band are definately brillant musicians and you can really see, they love to play. Every tune is perfect and in it's place. Only a few screaming hardcore fans desperately demanding "Shock The Monkey" and "Sledgehammer" get ignored from Mr.Gabriel. He probably just doesn't need all the fuzz anymore, I presume.

"The Best known Baldhead in the Business", that's how Peter introduced Tony Levin to the audiance. I doubt it, what's up to the masses, but he's definately one of the best bass players on this planet which you can see, pardon hear at this occasion here. The so planned 60 minutes turn into 90 and after two encores Gabriel comes back again one more time to perform "Hier kommt die Flut" (german version of "Here Comes The Flood") to convince us with his german knowledge. But to be honest, we'd probably have more understood, if he had sung it in english. However, it's time to go. The plane is waiting and please don't get me wrong, - but elderly boys don't make it that long........... through the night!