.... and there we go again with our Sex Pistols of the ancient times, like every year same time in the usual tradtion in the good old Muffathalle. And that's how it hopefully will stay for another few years. I mean the place, which is fortunately gonna stay inmidst all those venues vanishing  here in Munich. Thanks god, because it would be damn pity, if this place was going, where we get all those events of artrock, Jazz and worldmusic. To make it short, I don't wanna miss this hall, despite of the lack of parkingslots.
But otherwise off we go again to check out once more in a row our neo ancient paradisebirds, who are here for.... I dun know for how many times yet. And once again you can feel the power of the annual Kaltenberg knights games (near Munich) where this lot plays every year again and again. Meanwhile, this event is world famous, it's partyband not quite as wellknown, but still so popular, that the place is absolutely crowded apart from the mainfocus. 
Cheers Kaltenerg, Prince Luitpold it's  mentor, and yearly main income, and yes of course the delicious beer made at this place. 
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It’s Showtime again, and here for a change with power and electricity and some other technical advantages, for those you probably would have been burned as a witch in the 11th century. (okay not quite, the inquisition started a couple of centuries later) but at least you'd be celebrated as a magician. But in our case, we just use the usual equipment of the present and present ourselves as ancient exots with the slogan - back to the future - in the usual phantasy dresses, which makes women's hearts beat a bit faster. Jes... every girl in here is waiting for the ultimate jump up there to get a glimpse at the male treasure, but is disappointed within the next moment, as it doesn't. But in the end it is the expectation and imagination  about might be facts, which could be not, what we expected. I say - could be.... because I do not have a clue, what the facts are :-)))) 
But actually it is this imagination, which is showing you all those colourful phantastic sites of the middleage and it's wild boys, who probably then did live a pretty wild lifestyle in the past (maybe they still do - who knows???)  

Up there on stage there is a lot of duddling and fluting, whatever all thoes tattoos can stand. And once more it's mentioned, that the backpipe originally comes from Germany and not from Scotland, as everybody believes. The triple drum beat underlines the sophisticated atmosphere of the action of our middleage punks. Whether it's the slim silhouette of Ardor vom Venushügel, who makes love to his backpipe as well as to a Schalmei and a Trumscheit, and who's Rastalook  is obviously animating some fans to copy it. Actually I doubt it, that mankind in the middleage times did know, where this hairstyle comes from. Never mind, but it's a fact, that his mate Teufel (Devil) does a bit easier, what's up to haircare, as he's got only two little red horns made of hair and nothing else. What's up to the shape, well..... a tasty satansdish leaves some pounds on ths rips as we can see so. He does use the backpipe as well and the Schalmei and entertains the audiance with his sharp tongue. But the biggest charmer is certainly Wim, also named Venustus, who spreads his aura, mainly off stage. The most beautiful man on stage what's up to the female choice, is Castus Rabensang, the mastro of all ancient string instruments, the male snowwhite - with black curly hair and a posh paleness. To his right (seen from the audiance) - little Jordan, student of Mediavistik - whatever the hell this is. Yes he does also go for the generell tenor up there, but apart fromt that he rather seems to prefer the - Al Capone's little brother look. 

Small Hatz and Young Patrick take care for a loud and clear drumbeat, which is even strenghtened by Harmann the drescher. That one is tall and slim like an asparg... okay we better leave that bit away, but with impressing paintings on his skin, red hair and a face expression, which says a lot. (see pics below) 

Over all, these Berlin ravens, which is the Translation for the band name as we all know, - are throughout very attractive in view and tune, though it's gotta meet everybody's individual taste. And at the encore, expecially Ardor pulls the attention of the audiance by hitting himself with a fancy whip.

But it is actually this average exotic, which gives everybody the ultimate kick, the surrounding of Kaltenberg and the bavarian art of middleage made in Berlin, which has made Corvus Corax something special, - something which gets down well live in action again and again. Although the show is pretty much the same in it's foundation. However I start asking myself, why these guys haven't thought about to move down south to our area here, where they are most successful.Because one thing's for sure, when one day all this middleage and ancient musical trend is gonne, and there is one band who is still around, then it will be our handsome boys here. Because as long as Kaltenberg and it's annual Ritterspiele is existing, Corvus Corax will exist as well. And it looks like, that Kaltenberg will still be around for a very long time, thanks to Prince Luitpold of Bavaria.