The Fabulous Penetrators - A trip report! On the road with a wild, five-headed beast. And I as a trainer and chair of the whip, after all, it was necessary to avoid crop damage, which would later Stag-O-Lee can be assigned.
So I asked my Ford Transit van and served the same time valance itself, one of my easiest tasks, because the vehicle is one of the coolest that I ever was allowed to move, despite years of motoring in the upper class.
to show in Cologne mate K-groove already written everything but the kitchen presented by the club dinner to be mentioned yet. Two bowls, one with small, charred pieces of sausage, the other with a sort of casserole, consisting of columns of potato dish, which could have done a good 15 minutes to isolated flashes of red pepper strips and above all: Sauerkraut! All this with cheese and a sauce of milk highlighted. A very special taste, as you can imagine and actually I had expected in connection with the abundant but dumped, Kölsch unusual nocturnal small bowel explosion. It remained, however, all is well.
put the 90 minutes to Munster on the next day, we of course on the often-mentioned "an ass cheek" back. The track is 22, I had from the remote past as a punk shed in memory now It is a clean youth club room with bar and large stage (the division had not changed). In the evening, however, was divided from the side of the room and played on the page. Enough space for the courageous rocking penetrator that on the night, however, the opening act duties for a band named Curlee Wurlee! Out of wounded pride, the band going full and proved once again that Power House, and finally they wanted to raise the bar for the main act as high as possible. This flat at the sound of the label accompanying Traxman contracted quartet played then the expected mix of orgellastigem Sixties garage-pop with girl's voice. Full retro indicated. In view of the forthcoming 6-Hour Trip to Berlin the next day the party factor is less than 5 was held on the open top party scale. On the Bassy Cowboy Club on Schönhauser Allee I especially enjoyed. Clearly one of the best clubs I abe seen in my life but have long h
and after conversion of the smoking room is now even more beautiful. The Fabulous Penetrators were extremely pleased with the ambiance and I was ruled by a kind of mixture of anticipation and fear, whether because only a handful of fans would arrive to the show. The idea that the band would play to an empty house, was the anticlimax. Against 23 clock has not been going on for Showtime half an hour later, said the Organizer with anxious expression, so we should begin at midnight. Malaise is spreading in the backstage area and as the team just before O Clock advancing towards the stage, the Bassy had filled in 30 minutes really well. Phew - for relief was ecstatic, because the public reacted to the High-Energy Rock & Roll band with wild body twitching, sending you what spurred the band, in increasing or a tooth. The Penetrators are grown together for real Rock & Roll Machine, forward g
epeitscht a violent drummer who provides the bass swinging the perfect foundation for the two guitarists. The leave it mighty crash (also Crispin's Gretsch Billy Bo Guitar (with Bigsby Wimmer claw), the most beautiful guitar ever), but take back sometimes and let the grooving rhythm section. With Liam, they also have a front man who really deserves the name, a kind of mutation from Elvis and Screamin 'Jay Hawkins in Matador outfit. All in all a first class evening. In the smoking room, meanwhile, struggled Traxman to have to pay something like mood. More than decent, but the people were just smoking and not just for dancing. The latter happened in the main room, but I had the mix of late-'40s big band jump blues stuff and hammer out too.
When no Tannenzäpfle longer wanted to fit in, I stopped on the way to the hotel for a portion of French fries barrier. Together with a Turkish youth gang, a few dead drunk British hooligans and a colorful band of enthusiastic night I let myself taste it before I lay my head.
By the way, both in the track 22 and in Bassy Stag-O-Lee's Roll Your Money Maker ran to the warm-up, so to speak, the rescue disc for Paver boys and girls.
was on Saturday sleep in and hang out on the plan, for the trip to Dresden was to last only two hours. Because of a roadblock and a UNMO
tiviert working Navi we arrived slightly late at Rosi's Amüsierlokal at. Any investor group had a house here in the new town with plenty of coal converted into a club with a restaurant. The former proved to be a large rectangle with a tasteful decoration fifties, determined by a room-sized, centrally positioned bar and a small stage and dance floor at the head. Feels Like 200 people willing to pay the admission, certainly not all due to the band, but rather because the Rosie's is a trendy little shop. Brav rocked the penetrator through their program, but up to a dozen exceptions, the audience was very reserved, which came to notice Traxman DJ, who gave the clock to 7:30 every effort to keep the dancefloor moving. Maximum respect for it (about Traxman Liam: "You sir have the patience of a saint and the constitution of king kong. ") And all the greatest thanks to Rosie's promoter for the incredible hospitality that made it for nothing. Half an hour after Traxman had lifted the needle one last time, should his departure. Finally, it should be perpendicular to go through the Republic to Krefeld to an afternoon show. For 13 clock the arrival was scheduled, which would possibly be able to fold, if would have been by 8 clock all at the start. When we were together at 10 clock finally all and had invited the backline, it was clear that there would be a close call. So I beat the Ford by the east to my hometown, because here I should leave the tour. For the acquisition of the silver flash in Krefeld provided then thankfully the good Martin.
was at 16:30 Showtime. 15 minutes before I got a call from Traxman, who took over the control for the rest of the trip. In local waters, he said slowly, if I had set the Navi probably correct, he would be surprised that is where it hinschickt just the thing!? I honestly had no idea what I had typed in the freezing morning in Dresden. But in the end everything has worked out, because the band thought it would still become a great afternoon, with good people in a great club. Ends well, nearly everything good.
Bottom Line: I would make every time. Because the five Penetrators love consistently just really cute and funny guys are. As never bitched, not complaining, because there is no Stinkstiefel, the bad vibes common, as will be more than another made fun of or changed once Liam's I-phone completely when he's not re-watch out (4 times a day). Or the story of Les McKeown, the lead singer of the Bay City Rollers ... "When I was th I went to a holiday camp in Majorca with my parents. Les McKeown worked there as a magician ... a baaaad one." (Steve) "He wanted the penetrator to play at a party. He LUVD us. But he got busted on a rest stop in Huddersfield for selling cocaine." (Liam) - Something I had to listen all day ... and I do not regret a second.
The Fabulous Penetrators - long may you run! (R-man)
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