It's
showtime - Ladies & Gentlemen, within this posh atmosphere of our
noble club royal a.k.a. Moulin Rouge da' Backstage.
It's a sophisticated world with all those talented artists, who offer us
a colourful bunch of melodies. And we even get spoiled by receiving four
chapters all inclusively. Do we really deserve that within our little
world of decadence?!
However, the flair and right mood is given by a magic view of
intimity.
even
it's just Barbie dolls, doing the job
Okay, let's
start from the beginning with the delicious entree' with the promising
name Prostitute Disfirguement. Eieieiei... this is something for the
eye...pardon me,.... for the ear I wanted to say of course. Lovely tunes
are vibrating through the smokey atmosphere of the bar (just imagine
Humphrey Bogart with his hat on at the bar). - The performance is
starring most of all of the continuing opera smeter tunes of our young
tenor. Unfortunately the I can't really make out anything of this
strange philosophic message of noise polution. But never mind. You don't
understand some of the operasingers either, when they do their thing. So
what?! this first group is from the netherlands. We sometimes call em'
cheese hats over here.
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The
attractive sight of the guys is underlined by some extraordinary
hair creations, which are swept from one side to the other by
shaking the head slightly up an down and from the left to the
right. Some hairdressers would be delighted over so much hair....
cutting. Unfortunately the overture is finished after only half
hour. And the flying dutchmen make some space for the inbetweenie
called Wykket Witch. - la creation' de USA.
Holy shit! Claudia Schiffer would get jealous about this lovely
beauty, which sails across the stage. The poshy pale face
framed by silky red angelcurls and dark secretly looking eyes,
mirrors a magic aura of a dark personality.
She's dressed in sexy lingery, hotpants and with lots of sparkling
silver juwelery. My god is this beautiful. Exspecially for us
photographers a real photogenic object. |
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"she
always wanted to look like Naomi Campbell .....
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Womanpower
& cheers
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uppsss
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The diva is truly knocking the edges of beauty and acoustic pleasure.
Suleika we thank you. She's half turkish, you must know. But also this
triumph march comes to an end, and we are mourning about Aphrodite for a
little while, and relaxing a moment our senses. After this, we get the
pleasure with a band named Viscerial Bleeding from Sweden. First thought
at this sight is, whether they recruited some tyrolean historian
rebell from the ancient times or so what?
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this beard
creation is definately invented by the tyroleans in Austria.
I guarantee as I'm a tyrolean myself.
There's the prove>>>>
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Vienna Choirboys
- almost...
>>>>>>
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The New
Generation of Heavy Metal Rockers. Or did the borrow one from the
Backstreet Boys
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But maybe I just don't know, that some tyroleans went to Scandinavia to
get stabled over there. Ad this here is some kind of grand grandson.
The slight accent is the prove and reminds us slightly on the smooth
roars of an elkcow. He's singing his part with all his heart and
strenght and takes care for the brilliant mood within this room.
And then the final and the highpoint of the night - the ultimate orgasm
for us friends of the beautiful art. There they are again, the kings of
the classic death metal, so called Deicide, most of all Glen Benton,
who's individual brand of a branded cross on his forehead is still there.
Extremly sexy he conquers us with a smile like 007 in a secret mission.
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"are you
all here?....
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......alright
then you're receiving a goodie
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.....so
let's have fun".....
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Deicide - The
ultimative - Good Mood Combo - (you can see that, can't ya'?!!!!) - for
the sophisticated musiclover
Now at this minute even the last visitor is moving from the back to the
front to hail the caruso of the present. They bent their heads to honour
the king and the sacrify themselves until the ultimate exodus. The
sheeps are slaughtered, and Othello shows mercy and dedicates us the
whole backcatalogue of Deicide.
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halleluja
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Amen !
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And after more then 20 years of existence on the heaven of melodramatic
soundphilosophy, there's plenty of material there.
It's like nectar and ambrosia flowing down the earchannel and
knocks the hearing nerv unconcious. Orpheus is happy in his underworld
and guarantees a place in hell for all the apostels of satanic verses.
He's giving his blessings to all of us for a last time with his sweet
smile. Then he vanishes for good and without mercy for the still not
satisfied sheeps.
don't worry - be happy
The symphonic romance has come to an end. With the knowledge to have
improved our musical education, we leave happily die Scala da Backstage.
No seriously, I haven't had so much fun at a concert like this here
tonight. And one thing is for sure. Even this kinda music is not
everybodys cup of tea, it has got a certain potential of amusement. And
I'll be back again for sure next time.
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