Kultfabrik, Tonhalle - Friday 24th feb 06. 20:30 Uhr
tix 30.75euro from the usual places
http://www.muenchenticket.de//vorstellung...89CD7?id=109392
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Concert: Bloodhound Gang @ Tonhalle
Extra date added: Friday 24.Feb.2006
The Süddeutsche Zeitung features a review of the concert today which I have translated as it is so honest and amusing. This is a lengthy post but well worth reading:
"Anal Phase
Persistent Bad Taste: The Bloodhound Gang
You can have fun at a Bloodhound Gang concert. Providing you check subtlety, sense of shame and good manners at the entrance along with your coat. The five rockers from Philadelphia provide a show which is incomparable as to its persistent bad taste. A sequence of broken taboos and anal humor. The sold-out Elserhalle turned into one giant “finger�.
The – comparatively harmless – slogans that singer Jimmy Pop and his rowdy pals had projected on the screen were only the beginning: “Jimmy kisses Stoiber’s ass�, “Angela Merkel has sausage arms�, “The first row smells like Nena’s armpits� etc. Things become ominous when bassist Evil Jared Hasselhoff gets in gear. First he urinates on Pop while the latter intones a song by Depeche Mode on an out-of-tune guitar. “I’m pissing on you because you’re gay!� he comments. Later, our exhibitionist does not hesitate to vomit into a bucket after ranting on the mutual intolerability of “Schweinsbraten und Obazda�. To the great pleasure of the band, these actions prompt various women in the audience to bare their breasts. Eventually, a stark-naked screwball manages to charge the stage, pleasing the band even more. Mr. Starkers is showered with beer from head to toe. Towards the end, the Bloodhound Gang evidently overcomes its persistent anal phase, unfortunately in a reversed sense. Drummer Billie The New Guy taps out “You’re Pretty When I’m Drunk� on helmets worn by the other band members. A two-year-old might have had the same stroke of genius.
Between all the nonsense, the pee-brained troupe presents classics and songs off their current album “Hefty Fine�. Winsome high-school rock selections that mindlessly charge ahead and, in some cases, are repeated (“The Ballad of Chasey Lain�) just because the audience sings along so nicely. The Bloodhound Gang defends its reputation as a dim-witted undergrad combo that disregards the rules (the only affront missing was the Hitlergruss) and offers stirring entertainment at the lowest possible level. If you like it and can stomach it: There is a second concert on February 24. (David Weigend, Süddeutsche Zeitung)."
"Anal Phase
Persistent Bad Taste: The Bloodhound Gang
You can have fun at a Bloodhound Gang concert. Providing you check subtlety, sense of shame and good manners at the entrance along with your coat. The five rockers from Philadelphia provide a show which is incomparable as to its persistent bad taste. A sequence of broken taboos and anal humor. The sold-out Elserhalle turned into one giant “finger�.
The – comparatively harmless – slogans that singer Jimmy Pop and his rowdy pals had projected on the screen were only the beginning: “Jimmy kisses Stoiber’s ass�, “Angela Merkel has sausage arms�, “The first row smells like Nena’s armpits� etc. Things become ominous when bassist Evil Jared Hasselhoff gets in gear. First he urinates on Pop while the latter intones a song by Depeche Mode on an out-of-tune guitar. “I’m pissing on you because you’re gay!� he comments. Later, our exhibitionist does not hesitate to vomit into a bucket after ranting on the mutual intolerability of “Schweinsbraten und Obazda�. To the great pleasure of the band, these actions prompt various women in the audience to bare their breasts. Eventually, a stark-naked screwball manages to charge the stage, pleasing the band even more. Mr. Starkers is showered with beer from head to toe. Towards the end, the Bloodhound Gang evidently overcomes its persistent anal phase, unfortunately in a reversed sense. Drummer Billie The New Guy taps out “You’re Pretty When I’m Drunk� on helmets worn by the other band members. A two-year-old might have had the same stroke of genius.
Between all the nonsense, the pee-brained troupe presents classics and songs off their current album “Hefty Fine�. Winsome high-school rock selections that mindlessly charge ahead and, in some cases, are repeated (“The Ballad of Chasey Lain�) just because the audience sings along so nicely. The Bloodhound Gang defends its reputation as a dim-witted undergrad combo that disregards the rules (the only affront missing was the Hitlergruss) and offers stirring entertainment at the lowest possible level. If you like it and can stomach it: There is a second concert on February 24. (David Weigend, Süddeutsche Zeitung)."
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