okay,
let's get it on, boys, and I would love to write this review now in
deepest bavarian slang, 'cause it would suit so well to it. But first of
all, we got readers here, who don't catch this dialect, like we don't
understand any word in papua new guinee language. And second I'm not
bavarian myself but tyrolean, who do speak a bit of a different and
stronger kind of this accent. So I won't be able anyway to write in
bavarian. With this fact I get confronted from the big boss of the band,
Mr. Lessmann himself nicely each time, when we meet anyway. Yeah of course
I know, I come from south of the Weisswurscht border. But because our
bavarian houseband is a multiculti club (so what Uwe) , I will
put down this review in the clearest language I got. - (in english we do
not have this problem anyway)

Okay, one thing is for sure. Either you luv 'em or you don't. There is no
inbetween, a little or perhaps - for the past 20 or more years. I'm still
not sure, whether these sympathies or aversions go only back to the music
itself, or more or less to false opinion about their characters. And
Bonfire do certainly have character. They push it, provoke and say what
they think, no matter it's positive or more in a critical sense. 'Rap Is
Dead' is the new slogan, and the battle of existence has just started,
though this hip hop clown in the closest neighbourhood next door, does his
stuborn thing not caring about anything. Never mind, the hall here is
burning. And I wished, our boys would have got a few more than just those
aprox. 200 fans here tonight, listening to the monolog of Clausi Boy &
sons,..... sorry, friends of course. And inbetween all these perls of
bavarian Rock'n'Roll culture, we get our lection against these other
musical failures, The FC Bayern soccerclub gets honoured, and the TSV 1860
club gets taken the micky out. Apart from that, - let's rock 'till we
drop.
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