stormy stormy high
you had not even wait until the first song until it was clear that this band should be implemented. the darkened room, someone had spray mist onto the stage and went off although still far from widespread, tingling on the skin and in the spirit of impatience, accompanied with songs evocative.
I imagined with neidschl on the way the question whether that would really be THE black mountain and can be and not some other band, because I could not grasp, this band plays to live. whether they are just like the CD?
spontaneous action: the early afternoon, we decided the three of carriages in the capital. we got some fast a car (where "Fast" is 1 1 / 2 hours by bus to Sebnitz and 50min in the car carriages back to dd: D) and injected rid of coffee and mushroom pan in the luggage.
we reached Berlin in time for the start of the opening band, a parking space was also found flux. We asked for the banqueting hall kreuzberg, which was then accidentally (or because we are soldiers of fortune) on the opposite side of the street, and from then on was nothing like before.
The Morlocks spits out regular rock'n'roll at its best, fat vote solis, crushing riffs, bubbling, with me singing the n biiissschen was monotonous (but only alittle bit), at least after 5 songs. still fat.
smoking break, the go out into the rainy courtyard I came to escape a pretty girl and I looked deeply into her eyes, she looked back hard, they looked dreamy and I liked their aura.
I wondered then not bad, just as the lady suddenly in the fog on stage and stood together with their band mates one of the hottest concerts dahinzimmerte that I have ever experienced.
time without feeling drowned en route to the flood of melodic anthems played, and there were many. either dancing or sweaty tiefmeditatives dream, somehow you always felt the music in the body and mind. neidschl said she had goose bumps the whole time It blew me away the brain. and then a song and another, stormy high, Wucan, queens will play, have almost complete "in the future"-album, they played down, in between, filled with songs from the new album.
a wall of energy bounced one to the audience, reinforced with spherical organ sounds from distant worlds and the icy, penetrating to the core solo-riffs of guitarists, ever, ever more violent, without mercy. the drummer, rhythm-hero of the evening, it provides at all times to arrange contacts with his energy, would have otherwise probably all the concentrated power of ... the heart of the revelation brought people to explode.
the singer still looked Dreamy and also made no move out of their fairy-tale return to reality in the biosphere. now and then you caught her eye, then energy flows through my body, understanding, connection - through the music alone.
admitted then two, with the last song truly 'bright lights' was, and then silence.
everything else seemed trivial. a girl leaned against the breast of her friend and wept. I could understand, how can we now go on living even after it was over? I felt empty, like an envelope, the step-scheduled by the brighter and becoming empty concert hall, without thought, without direction, without sake. I was just only, I felt nothing. satisfaction out of infinite.
and the sad feeling that the rest of the world might now seem meaningless.
but of course that is rubbish, it's all still go. but it will never be the same again.
today who still intends anything, the drive to Munich and experience a musical storm that is directly carried over from the 70s to us live. I'll stay here and wallow in memories. Hello Mr. Holy Hands
Blood in the sky
Said, are you freedom to
Oh, are you freedom to
Oh, we're young and fast Lighting up the sky
Lighting up the sky
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