Reviews Archiv 13

Just imagine a game of chess. The black figures are Blue Öyster Cult, the white ones are Uriah Heep. Everbody fights for himself but the motto is: together we are strong. Got me?!
Okay! Both are cultbands with a cultstatus. One band have the bonus in America, the others have home advantage in Good Old Europe. No, we haven't reached the stoneage yet, but almost. Thanx to the all inclusive youth of Rock'n'Roll - zero problem. They are the kiddies from yesterday, with the look of today and the attidude of tomorrow. Nobody can take off their experience, nobody can take their knowledge and noone can steal their fun, - they still got. And tehy party with at least three generations down there in front . The music is timeless. BÖC - how many hits did they actually have exept "The Reaper"? - some of the youngsters keep asking themselves. Shame on you. I mean, whoever goes down to visit a BÖC concert of Eric Bloom and Donald /Buck Dharma) Röser should have listened at least to a Greatest Hits Album. At least the elderly of us can tune into "Godzilla", "Burning For You" immidiately. These are the towers of the chess game. But the real diamonds of the so called artrock band lie in songs like "Shadow Of California" and "Dragon Lady". Some matches have been won without a queen. BÖC know how to play the game almost perfectly, a little too serious maybe with this special ambition for melancholic tendency. But the strategy is right, and last but not least the Queen (The Reaper" wins the game.

Uriah Heep come see and are gonna win the match as well. They only let the Queen do the first move "Easy Living" comes in like a hurricane and makes the figures dance Tango. The slight sadness from the first band is blown away, and the Heep life philosophy teaches us the better way. The party is just starting. One moves hunts the next one without rest, well calculated but still spontanious like Dinos with lots of pepper in their buts, -like we say. Bernie is jumping from right ot left and back to forwards, Mick Box is still catching flies. And Trevor Bolder is one of the twin towers in the game. The grey eminence Lee Kerslake the other. (The collosos of Rhodos) in the truest sense of the word). King Phil is watching his Xmas tree on his keyboard, and all we little Santa Clauses in the audiance help them with a patriotic chorus line. The real triumph is "Lady In Black", "Gypsy" and "Look At Yourself", and that's how they win the party. And most of all, they've got a home advantage here in munich. I ask myself, if our loveable Oldies have never thought about moving over to the bavarian capitol for good. And if it's just because of the delicious beer, - so what Lee?!!
As often as you come to Munich, - our hometown London must seem like Tora Tora in the South Pacific to you in the meantime, doesn't it?! But don't worry. You're alsways welcome over here, and we still party with you in 20 years. And you put us off the chess game, as long as we are the bottom and you are the figures. .
So, and now - after the show, the real fun is starting..... Ole' !!!!

Okay, I'm not in the mood to criticice Lemmy and Co. for the 150th time. Why?!! The same show, the same setlist, the same old story, since years and years and years. And all this with such a noise, that the earplugs are dancing Rock'n'Roll. "motörhead" is still song no. 1 and "No Class" no 2. Lemmy is still trying to reach the microphone with his chin, and coughs his soul out his chest. Phil Campbell is dancing like a dwarf the same rhythm and brings at least a little movement into this act. Lemmy is still untouchable and "Ace Of Spades" is holy. Despite all of this, I went off after half time through the set. First of all, I know anyway, how this is gonna end inclusively 100s of beer beakers. . Second, I wanna save my hearing this time and third and last of all, - Motörhead is Motörhead and everything else is peanuts. See ya' next time, same time, same program, - or later.....

Peaches can be sweet and tasty, but also incredibly hot and saucy, - like "Peaches". My god, this slut is the hottest thing, Rock'n'Roll has created lately. Peaches ain't beautiful and she hasn't got hot curves. She screams and bends like crazy. And the music comes from a tape. Never mind. Within this performance the music doesn't really matter. Peaches does a show in such a way, that 12.000 fans are banned and shattered. Prove: Dozens of beer beakers are flying through the air and crash into her face. Don't give a shit. Peaches throws them back and has artifical theatre blood flowing outta her mouth. She spreads it all over her body, and continues to scream, sing and what so ever. It sounds, as she receives a triple orgasm on stage. The highlight is a duett with Iggy Pop, who appears on a screen and fits perfectly well into the stint with Peaches. I have to confess, - even you take Peaches not for granted with all her nute and porno show, - she is good in what she does, - very good indeed. And like I said before. Music doesn't play a big part within this....

And now here he comes down from the ceiling, the Duke of darkness, the patriot of Horror. And all of us Munich fans are frightened, that the show is finished once again after 5 minutes. It wouldn't be the first time, would it?!! But not this time. Manson leads through a almost perfect show, which includes at least five times of a change of costumes. lots of Go Go Girls, who show with certain movements, what's the motto of the performance. Sex, Drugs & Rock'n'Roll go hand in hand with no compromising industrial Rock, underlined with an Adams Family flair. Very interesting the fact, that exspecially the coverversions of "Sweet Dreams" and "Tainted Love" do best for the audiance. Godzilla is jodeling and King Kong is rolling over. No the monstershow ain't too long. However, Manson is practicing in soccer and tries to be better than David Beckham. Here we go, - and ...... Goooaaaaallllll!!!! The bottle hits the technics in the back, - peng... and go and the gig is finished. ... Andnobody really knows why. The show is over, buddies. Thanx god at the encore and not like last time at the second song of the set. Jesus, we are lucky, ain't we?!! Okay Manson, - you may come back again to Munich, but be careful, otherwise we send you to heaven at your next Dope Show.

Yiiippiieeeh,....dancing along with a little brider hips and hearing aid, which rings along the rhythm, if young or old or beyond Tut Ench Amuns sarcophag. Mothers Finest belong to those artist, you can call timeless. Joyce Kennedy still looks like 25, at least from a distance and with a little Make up put on in her snow white face. And Wizzard breaks every record in spreading his good mood into the audiance, including his newest hat creation from Paris. Another highlight is Moses, who were off the records inbetween, but came back in the end into mami's save arms. He looks like a cobolt with a cheek grin in his face, and seems to be married with his guitar and shows all his acrobatic movements, he's able to. Jes.... I guess, Elvis is gonna drop his guitar in heaven and thinks about a return for a transspiritual duett. Moses ain't impressed and seems to say: it's cool man. And when his partner on the other guitar does his part, Moses sits down on the ground, where he just stands and counts the flies. Sh... that he looks at me right in the moment, when I had to yawn, (which really has nothing to do with the gig, believe me!) but the result comes straight after by telling me off....
Of course, "Baby Love" is usual highlight within the program of a Mothers Finest concert. But we don't get the impression, that that's all. No, it's grooving, it's funking, it's rockin' throughout the show, and the wood worm is dancing samba. Joyce and the boys don't need a support band. They've got 3times the power themselves and the volcano is erupting. Jesus wept, there ain't no better way, then combining all musical styles with a lot of chilly and red pepper and charisma and let it cook. Everything else comes from alone. - Come on Moses, - let the dolls dance cha cha cha......

Oldies, but Goldies! This really becomes the truth in Procol Harum's case. Who doesn't remember at their biggest hit "A Whiter Shade Of Pale", which has never gonne outta fashion. Though the program of this band is so much bigger. By the way, Geoff Whitehorn is playing the guitar for the past 12 years now. We all know him from his stint with Roger Chapman. And though the group ain't everything else than young, the don't seem old. Gary Brooker does look like a highschool teacher rather than a Rock'n'Roller, but he has nothing forgotten, most of all his love for music and his very britisch sense of humor. Exspecially this makes the gig enjoyable and we don't get bored. No, - I have to admit, a Procul Harum concert is pure entertainment with lots of nostalgy, and "A Whiter Shade Of Pale" is the encore of course. And we all hope for a soon reputation.
Like I said before, - long live Rock'n'Roll - in eternity amen...
Okay,... eternity, - that's another matter.....

Take a barefeet, intellectual looking student, wearing glasses and looking like he's just grown out of his youth as a singer and frontman. Apart from him an orthodox guitarist and two figures, who don't really seem to actually be there. This is Purcupine Tree, who are, despite of their exotic appearance, very british. They are quite new on the heaven of prog. Rockmusic, and they seem like a mixture of Spock's Beard and Dream Theater. Not as perfect as the first one's and not as rocky as the last mentioned ones but still with a certain amount of individuality. That's how this band fidles themselves through all exisiting cords, with sometimes 20 minutes solos. But so what? - No question. - What Richard Strauss is for the classical music, that's what Purcupine Tree is for the progressive Rock tunes. - The opera "Electra" lasts for more than 4 hours. So a 30 minutes song of Purcupine Tree is nothing against that, is it?! But we are no fans from Richard Strauss, we just wanna be entertained. - Yeah, ok, - they do... even some of the stuff rather gets us a little tired, and doesn't let us discover the genius, which actually is within this group. Only sometimes a brillant performed intermezzo gets us out of this lethargy. And we really getting enthusiastic. No, we can't really complain. Every tune, every cord is in it's place. like it should be. That's perfection up into details, performed very seriously and honest. Great!!!
The only little complain, I've got.... we wanna party, guys, - all night long, - at least sometimes inbetween.....

No, Joe Zawinul will never return to his hometown Vienna for good. Exept maybe for a concert or like the opening bash for his new restaurant "Birthland" in may. What's up to gigs, he not only returns to Vienna but also to the rest of Europe. Munich is not the most visited place of Joe, but now and then, he even finds his way to this place in the old world. - Like this time....

The whole Jazz scene of Munich is here tonight at the Nightclub of the Bayrischer Hof Hotel in Munich. But also old Weather Report Fans and young Musicfans, who know the name Zawinul only from mentioning it. Even Claus Doldinger (Passport) is here tonight to check out the zawinulsche Jamsession. Not too long ago, Joe celebrated his 70th Birthday. My god, who thought that?!! The man seems like 55 what's up to his physical and intellectual condition. With the lightness of a feather he works on his keyboard, which surrounds him like a 3 dimensional wall. Only once or twice he looks up from his instrument to throw a critical eye to the soundengineer, because the tunes don't come across the right way. But Zawinul is not alone. He's supported by a young bassist from Africa, who often gets compared with Jaco Pastorius, who's in heaven now, but used to be in Weather Report. But this similarity is always denied by Joe, - so what?! The guitarist is a young guy from Egypt and the drummer, the baby in the band comes from Belgium, same like the fantastic singer Sabine. She puts so much passion in her vocals, that you could think, she is dancing in a voodoo trance, thanx to her exotic look and movements. Nearly perfect, like everybody else up on stage there. The program is including tracks from Weather Report, solostints from Joe including songs from his latest album "Faces & Places". A hommage to Miles Davis and Zawinul keeps his promises, and he works himself through his whole history.

Afterwards you can't deny the feeling, that you've been tought a lot more concerning fusion oriented worldmusic. You feel like a professional, who learned the complete science of acoustic tune acrobatic. Jesus, we are good, ain't we?!!!
And when this evening is even finished with an invite from the meistro himself to the poshest restaurant in Munich (located in the same hotel), then this night is perfect. - Okay, almost.... what else do you want..... tell me?!!!