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and if the world gets really old, however, humans will always be kids. They destroy their toys with violence, like children usually do. When everything is put in pieces and there's nothing left, then mankind is seeking happily and plays with all those pieces. That's how it goes,, though in constant changing shades. To describe it more simple... Grave Digger belong surely to the oldest german Heavy Metal Bands and they are celebrating their 30th anniversary next year. Yiippiieehh time goes by too fast, doesn't it...But the clock did never stop striking musically and this band created tons of toys - oh sorry, music I wanted to say, throughout the years. They put it together, ripped it into pieces and build it up again in a total different way. But don't call all this destructed bits, like mentioned above in the intro. Let's better name it scales of experience, which are used again and again in different ways to spin the red line on and on. One of the latest inches are named 'Pray' and came out in the past fall. But we ain't all nons, as Main digger Boltenthal has booked the almost eternal youth for himself, and only slight silve shimmering shows, that he ain't 21 anymore. But who cares, as long as the motor, the fitness and the inner attitude is alright. And we are 25 again and play Monopoli or singing an opera in a high F 'till the deep C as long as some of these bits and pieces are put together in an exotic, creative new way.
I'd call it an
eternal refreshing of the aging cells. And yes, whatever the Rolling
Stones can do, we can do as well what's up to the dejavu. However
I would say, let's talk again in another 15 years. We name it gallows
reprieve. But stop, I truly doubt, that this has anything to do with the
new Grave Digger album 'Ballads Of A Hangman'.
But it is still enough
for me to get a wagely impression of the heirs of Nessy. To get it
right, these youngsters are not really from the Loch Ness area but
rather from the little pretty town named Perth in Scotland. where they
desperately try to defend their reputation of beeing the pirates of the
Cari... eh sorry, the north atlantic ocean. And this is called: 'True
Scottish Pirate Metal'.
Our scottish pirates named Alestorm have dedicated their first release to this famous pirate. And you can't over hear those folk lasting influences of the highlands.The front of the Backstage Hall here in Munich is conquered soon as well. One musical cannon bomb is thrown after the other, what shall I say?! And all sailors and smutjes in here have peeled off their metal-potato skins and fry themselves to smashed potatoes. Very nice, and that's how it shall go and be. Captain Blei and his Alestorm Bounty Crey can't wish anything better than that. Respect, the battle lasts 45 minutes and then Jolly Roger is sailing off again to the next island. I for my part could easily imagine, that we get to hear more of these scottish pirate-boys in the near futures. Ahoi and all the best...
http://www.alestorm.net
And that's exactly the reason, why I take
the word stumbling back. Because obviously there is no need of proteins
or viagra or what so every (whereby of course I'can't look into
everything and everybody) But apart from that, there is definately
nothing missing in these teeth crowns. They show coolness up there,
youth and a whole lo of energy, and it seems, as they just walked they
short way from cologne to Munich, without walking sticks and wheelchair
of course. Respect my dear friends. the peppermint tea stays in the draw,
and the Hangman philosophy gets our bones rolling. No surprise at such a
slim and gracefull shape (so what Manni) By the way, he gets introduced
as the man with the most beautiful christen name in the german language,
which is true in a way... *lol*
It’s Showtime for the youth and grown up sportsmen, Swanlake dancers,
wheelchair drivers and rheumatism sufferrer within this Metal mausoleum.
Oh sorry, not to forget the next generation of Hard Rock. Because at
Gravediggers musical bunch of flowers, every earthworm forgets his
worries and feels like Tarzan and Jane and Superman. the so called True
Metal (I still hate this expression) so let's call it mellow marsh music
for Headbangers, is straining chilly into your ears and cares about the
bones, thanks to some spicy lemon juice. And because as we say, sour
makes happy, the chain reaction is doing well with a powerful aloha from
the cemetry, which has still enough space do dig around....
The Silent Revolution is calling for the
last Supper and you hear Excalibar making noise in the Valhalla (but be
careful with your artifical hips)
Apart from that the bass drums has made a
deal with the snares to boykott the usual solo stint, with a big piece
of cake gone for the recepie of uncle Stefan. (where have you been later
on, by the way?) But though the missing solo stint is ignored, our
Golden Boys of Heavy Metal, including silver-hair, Balu, Winnetou, Long
John and not to forget the new and sixt wheel on the Rock'n'Roll Rolls
Royce, are diggering the graveyard here like mad and with all their
heart and energy. The oven is heated within minutes, and you
certainly don't need a hot water bottle in addition...
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