HENRY FONDA

All of this was written a year or more after it happened so if i forgot anything, don't tell me about it!

Henry Fonda tour diary
Arbeit schaue ostler!

Day 1:Forst!
Tompa Love picks me up and we're on our way..well, to Prenzlauer Berg to pick up the rest of the guys and(hopefully)the 7” which were supposed to come. We meet Da Crew and, happily, the 7 inches have arrived so after Mates(fizzy ice tea, Auslander!), doners, and mango slices, we get going...fuck! We're on tour! The mood is good in the van;as is so often with touring it's like this and after a while things settle down but it's not too long before we get to Forst, a small town near the Polish border, which starts off the tour.
Forst is a funny place;the last time Fonda played there, Nazis turned up and there was a bit of trouble. Not a lot of the guys were looking forward to the show but things seemed to be ok when we got there. Shit got a bit more serious when we were having our dinner and one of the Antifa heads there said there was a gang of Fash attacking or going to attack some heads going to or coming to the gig. We loaded up van and spent the next 40 minutes looking for and then hiding from the local boneheads. One or 2 of the guys who was with us went hunting on their own afterwards and they got lifted by the police 'cause they had weapons on them...things got a bit more surreal when someone pointed out the anti-Vegan graffitti(Tofu Sucks-Straight Fleisch Meat Love!!!) in the courtyard and random cars kept coming in and out and der lads kept 'mobilising' for an attack.
We played a pretty shit gig and Tompas band played a pretty good one, a shitload of Pfeffi was drunk and we all had a crap sleep!

Day 2:Rozbrat squat, Poznan!
Ugh, waking up in this big freezing room, was nobody around except a couple of heads..bit of coffee, nice. Loading out happened and we start to get into the tour mode. Excitement abounds, we're on tour now(properly right?!) and it's Auf Wiedersehen, Deutschland. The road to Poland was long and mental, full of windy turns and potholes. I managed to get one of my cds on the stereo so it's Sea of Shit, Mammoth Grinder and Insect Warfare to keep us entertained. Nice! The only reason we were playing Rozbrat was because our friend, lover, genosse and longtime compadre Lenin persuaded the house there to spare us a gig as an addendum/party after they make their big solidarity protest/march...so, after taking over their city and organising actions, they have to put on a gig for a handful of berlin eejits as well as look after them..nice one Rozbrat! We got to Poznan and quickly realised we were in no condition for the demo;There was 1000-1500 heads there fully masked up and ready for war, banners everywhere and a pack of eejits from Berlin who didn't know what to fuckin' do...actually, there was a good few people there from Scharni38 and Liebig Hausprojects there but, as in Berlin, nobody was saying 'Hallo!' to each other. After getting explained what could happen legally speaking, we set off for the rally point. This really was a big deal. For those that don't know, Rozbrat is the longest running squat in Poland and one of the few genuinely autonomous spaces in the whole country. Every few years, the site it's on gets auctioned which was happening 4-5 days after we came. The first thing we noticed was..No Cops!!! the whole thing i counted 5-10 at most. The second thing was everyone was masked up(illegal in Germany). The third thing i noticed was nobody was drinking
1)no cops
2)masks
3)sober living for the revolution!
There was lots of spontaneous actions including a squatting of an empty building and shitloads of fireworks being thrown at the Mayors house(ha!)before everyone went back to Rozbrat..point proved!(auction failed the following tuesday)
me and Tompa settled down with a beer and tried to relax before the show which proved impossible because of...Polish Rasta Mon!
A 17 year old nascent rastafarian pretty soon irritated the life out of us with stories of life-on-the-barricades, drank 3 of our beers, smoked 5 of our cigarettes and said NOTHING INTERESTING...fuck, and they say, 'crusties suck' but at least the music is good.
Time to play and Stagnation is Death opened the show. With Tomek from Apatia on sound, things were looking up. We set up the merch stall and nobody looked at it the whole time...Punk Rock Alter! We got on stage and all the shit we had to deal with in the last few days melted away..there were a few heads who just wanted some fast, aggressive, loud shit in their fuckin ears and that's what happened. The atmosphere was fuckin great and i did what i never do...make a speech. It was just a a wee bit of shite about how places like Rozbrat were important but the place went fuckin mental and i have to say it was a boost to the ego after the stress of getting everything started, Nazis in Forst, demonstrations, long drives it was like, 'c'mon ye bastards!' I had a bit of chat with a friend of mine, Ola afterwards but none of us were up for a party so we retired to our guest villa for some much needed sleep. Here's where things got fucked up;Rozbrat holds 20 people maximum at any time but, like i said, there was 1000-1500 people there. There is a big room in the main(big time)concert area which can sleep 300-400 people for big events but the reality was there was too many people and not enough beds. I crawled into the next room and realised there was someone sleeping in there. With her dog. She starts yammering on at me in German then(i don't speak German)Polish(i don't speak Polish)then English(phew!)and we have a chat about her dog(wee bollix was asleep on her lap). She was cool enough. But wait! Lo! Who is that at the door???!It's Rasta Mon and he's even more incoherent and boring than before!
“my sister is in there and i must see here”
'no, she's not'
“i mean, my brother is in the band and is sleeping”
'no, he's not'
“no, i mean , my girlfriend is in there AND I HAVETO SEE HER!!!”
'no'

Fuckin eejit! The rest of us get our heads down except for Tom who, on finding some big skinhead in his bed, said, 'hey dude, i'm sleeping there'..the guy turns around and just says, “NO”. And goes back to sleep. Classy. The pathetic thing about that night is that about 17 people slept in a room built for 6 and nobody had sex. Rubbish!

Day 3;Sosnowiec, Poland
Argh! Rain Rain Rain! A fuckin miserable morning greets us after not much sleep. Apparently a huge relationship break-up happened in our room with a couple of Polish punks because he wanted to piss inside the room and she didn't want him to. Man, relationships can be tough! Luckily, Fischi played Agony Aunt and bore the brunt of her misfortune(the dude went away after their tete-a-tete)while the rest of us slept through it...good man, Fischmeister! I managed to get a bit of coffee and had a bit of chat with the people there. It will never stop impressing me how friendly the Poznan crew are, fuckin' legends everyone of them. Rozbrat Zostaje! We Get In The Van and head south to Sosnowiec. We stopped on the way at Auschwitz. I'd been there before and had a huge anxiety attack in one of the huts so this was definitely not for me today. Everyone but Tom and me was into it though so we made a small detour and the other guys had a look around. I've been to a few concentration camps and the people who turn up to Auschwitz laughing, joking, taking pictures as if it was any other tourist destination will never cease to amaze me. Fuck tourists. Go there with a bit of respect or don't go there at all. Time to go and the mood lightened somewhat.

Sosniweic
The sun was out now and the beers were tasting pretty good, lots of chat in the van and Disfear 'live the storm' on the cd player..doesn't get better than this, i fuckin swear. We roll up to the venue and it looks like a huge community/youth centre type thing...we check it out and it's actually a 700 seat theater!!! Wandering around, trying to get our heads around it was pretty mad. Me and Tompa head to the supermarket next door and get plenty of beers 'cause there's none in the venue..and no drinking inside either! Stupid rules were enforced by the BIG FUCKIN BOUNCERS(boo)so we had a few drinks outside and got a bit of a buzz on. We talked a lot of shit about growing up in small towns and how we both got into the DIY/punk thang and it was really nice. There was only one band doing support and they were called Drip Of Lies and they were great. Our show started off a bit slow because of sound problems, drunkeness and other shit but the audience seemed into it...there was a lot of heckling and banter and it turned out pretty nice but between the huge room(the fucking stage was bigger than any room i've ever played in, i think)and the bouncers i just couldn't get into it. There's some pretty bad videos of it you can check out on Youtube. But, it didn't matter;people had a good time and that's all that matters on a shitty sunday night so Thank You Sosnowiec! We got our shit together and headed back to the lovely Bashas house 30 minutes drive away. I have to give her mad props;not only did she get us some gorgeous vegan food but she also listened to us talking shit, drinking and smoking in her house while she kept the straight-edge...we're annoying people and she was a fucking brilliant host. Thanks!

Day 4;Starý Smokovec / Vysoké Tatry, Slovakia!
So we get our shit together and head toward Slovakia. You start realising what a lucky bastard you are when you're passing all the people standing in bus shelters in the pissing rain on a monday morning and you're off to the next adventure, free beer and...deep-fried cheese, motherfucker! Know what's getting great now? Fucking Mountains! We stop at a gas station on the way and just marvel at the fuckin' scenery, it's something else. Time to drink some beers and force everyone to get a MASSZILLA photo. The Masszilla thing is a bit of a fetish of mine to be honest;it's basically a replica pose of the famous Moshzilla girl that did the rounds on every punk/hardcore messageboard a few years back. Don't ask me why i make everybody do it, i just do. I was particularly impressed with Joshes action. And now the serious business is finished, Weider Genossen, Weider! The place was an out-of-season skiing resort/village and we were playing in one of the cafe/hostels in the area. It was a class example of how DIY can exist anywhere because if you don't do it....who will? The place was called Casa Dolce and(yes!)they had fried cheese which is quite the cheapo delicacy in the Czech/Slovak region. There was a hilarious drunk lad there shouting at everyone, i thought he was gonna kick off at a few stages but he was soon in the 'useless drunk' stage(no boner/no trouble). We quickly made friends with the support, an Anarcho-Folk singer songwriter called Dasa(Von Flasa). A true fuckin legend, he was travelling around just playing his stuff and was playing with us the next night too. Yes! Max was the only vegan with us but the cafe lad obliged him and made something special ohne fleisch und dairy. The people in this place were just too nice especially when you consider it was a business and not a squat/hausprojekt/jugend zentrum..i.e;they existed to make money but they didn't seem to give a fuck about that shit and just made us feel really welcome and were totally friendly and supportive. The gig went down and between our drunk new best friend and the cheap beer, things got a bit naked and stupid...we had a good time but all things come to an end and we went to our beds which were just on the next floor! Nice...got up the next day and had a decent breakfast and a coffee. Then it was time to see the sights. Cubo wanted to show us the mountains so we went to get the cable car(!) and head off. This was mad shit, i've never been in a cable car and the only thing i could think of was the film Where Eagles Dare scene with Clint Eastwood and a machine-pistol which has the highest body-count ever in any film scene ever(watch it!)...which wasn't helped(or was) when it was pointed out, “oh, that's where my grandfather was underground with the resistance...oh, that's where my other grandfather executed 2 spys”. We head down the trails falling on our fat asses more than once..scenery here was amazing, river deep, mountain high sort of stuff and then we got to our destination which was a gift-shop/ bar. An amazing, totally random place where we had a couple of honey schnapps and started to feel a bit more human. We did an interview with Cubo which was meant to be part of a series with every promoter but that didn't work out in the end. He told us about the local area with a lot of info on the sustainable forest side, DIY scene and some crazy fascist Slovakian politician who owns 2 ferarris and a private jet and goes to the parliament drunk. Awesome guy! Cubo that is, not the weirdo nazi. We walked it down to the bar and passed a lot of fit, healthy looking Slovaks doing their mountain thing and had a few more beers on the slopes and took pictures of each others arses.
Ok, let's go!

Day 5;Castella club, Bardejov, Slovakia!
With the trusty Dasa being our guide, we decided to take a detour and visit a castle before we got to our show. Suits me, i normally hate tourist sight-seeing in central Europe as it normally involves middle-period parliament buildings built on the misery and suffering of others and stupid and expensive gift shop bullshit... but a castle with vampire myths? Fuck yeah! We managed to struggle up the hill the castle was on and had a look around. It was fuckin' awesome, kvlt as fuck. We wandered around and took the obligatory black metal photos. A strange thing happens to me when i'm around castles, i basically can't imagine anything other than wandering the area smashing axes and swords into peoples heads. A lot of my earliest reading, provided by my parents, was the typical Irish mythology stuff;Fionn Mac Chumhuaill, CuChullain, the Sons of Tuireann, Dierdre of the Sorrows...the list goes on. I also had a lot of moral education from the Robin Hood and The Knights of the Round Table hardbacks from the mobile library that used to visit our area once a week. So yeah, knives, axes, swords, shields , maces,..ok, time to go! We get to Bardejov pretty soon, load in the shit and settle down to get ready for the night. This place was funny;mainstream pub/fuck market on the first floor, 'rock' pub on the second and where were Idiot Fonda playing? 3rd floor motherfucker! It was cool though, promoter was an awesome guy and everything went to plan. Dasa did his thing and then there was some kind of tough guy band who were ok guys and ok at what they did but i wasn't into it and the fatigue started to kick in with the rest of the dudes. We played and played ok but it didn't feel like we, 'brought it', so to speak...i don't know, no atmosphere, it seemed. Our fault? Maybe
We hung out in the bar for a while and hogged the jukebox. Twisted Sister? Slayer? Suicidal Tendencies? Shit yeah! Max got talking to 2 guys at the bar and brought them over to me. Turns out they were living in Ireland for the last 5-7 years and were back home in Slovakia for a holiday. Mad fuckers altogether. They were working in the construction business and i'd done the same for many unhappy years so we had a good bit of common ground/solidarity to share around. Anyone who's worked in the building game in Ireland knows the shit that Poles/Lithuanians/Turkish/Latvians/Slovakians etc have to put up with...the bosses are all cunts but when you don't speak the language or unaware of your rights, the realities of being fucked over are x10. And that's just the power relations in the workplace without discussing the casual racism that's a factor of everyday work life. These lads seemed to love the place and had made their life there in spite of everything. Fair enough. The accents on them were fuckin' mad and it was great to let loose with any amount of slang and jokes and have them understood. After an hour of proper banter i got the shout to get movin and it was time for bed...

....We went back to the promoters house and met his fuckin' AWESOME dogs! Me and Tompa had been banished to our own room because of our snoring and the dogs decided to come with us. There was a hard time trying to seperate us from the canines but things got a bit less complicated when we were told they were in heat...ah, well! We had a great sleep and woke up to the sun shining, dogs barking and everbody smiling! You're not in Berlin anymore dudes! After a shower and a coffee, we head to the local Schnapps factory. Wait, what? Aye, just 1 minute drive from the house was an old Schnapps factory! We head down there and have a look in;Fuck, it's Steam-Punk heaven:levers,valves, temperature gauges, pulleys, old pictures of the same on the wall. Knowing eastern European hospitality, i knew i wouldn't escape without drinking at least 3-6 shots so i went with Rich, Joshe and Fischi across the road to chill. Some scene;sun shining, river flowing underneath us, amazing looking countryside, young lads cycling to work...the reverie was broken by Tompa falling out the door getting sick..ha! It's time to get gone. The guys buy 3 bottles of the local stuff that's immediately christened 'The Slovakian Devil'. I have a wee taste off it and it certainly is. Our host had done the huge favour of burning the Cro-Mags 'age of quarrel' onto a cd for us...a little background on this one...the night before we left on tour, i'd spent the whole night drinking and watching everybodies favourite knucklehead John-Joseph cycling, running, talking shit about Harley Flanagan, doing push-ups etc etc and had basically done a non-stop impersonation of him the whole fuckin time, “that's how you become a fuckin' Cro-Mag!” and so forth. But! I'd forgotten to burn the cd and it was a great pleasure to hear the opening chords of 'we gotta know'...savage fuckin stuff. Ok, where we go now? Budapest? Let's Fuckin Go!

Day 6;budapest, practice room!
Memories, memories, memories...mountains, schnapps, piss/smoke breaks, crisps, bread. I remember reading Henry Rollins Get In The Van a hundred times when i was a kid and dreaming about doing this;a real band, touring, everyday something else..it's honestly the only thing i've ever wanted in my life and here it is! The one thing Rollins never talked about because it maybe never happened to him was Tour Anxiety. I've been on tour before including one that was 8 days, but this was more than twice that length. I must say that the first 3 days were terrifying for me:will i be able to play for all the shows? Will i get sick? Will the van break down...etc etc but after 6 days something strange happened;your body gets used to bread and crisps, your body gets used to hangovers, your body gets used to no sleep, your body gets used to sitting in the van for 6/8/10 hours. It's an amazing feeling, you start to realise you can handle ANYTHING and to keep going for 1 more week, 2 weeks, 6 months, it's ok because you can deal with it. To quote Seein Red, 'anything is possible!'

After a hefty drive we arrive in Budapest and meet up with Marci from Karak. We go to his mothers house for some food and discuss what we're gonna do tonight. Basically, we have a day off today and it's something we're not too happy about but hey, shit happens. We decide we're gonna go to a gig in a newly opened DIY practice space. There's gonna be a crust band and 2 singer-songwriters playing. ok. We drive there and Marci tells us about a nazi rock club that's around the corner, “but don't worry, there's no show on tonight”. Right! There was a general election on in Hungary at the time and one of the things we noticed, even though Marci lived in a seemingly affluent neighbourhood was shitloads of flyers and posters for the Far-Right Jobbik party. Fuckin dickheads. The only time i've seen posters for a right-wing party like that was when i was driving from Chemnitz to Leipzig in september 2009 and we passed all these villages where being attached to a far-right- party had become a cottage industry of sorts;put up posters? get some money in your pocket/hand out leaflets? We'll put a word in for you at the jobcentre etc etc. Fucked. But this didn't seem to make sense from that angle. It was a pretty well off area and it seemed to suggest an advancement of far-right politik in Hungary. They've gone beyond appealing to the disgruntled working class, the laissez-faire 'individuals' are the new target demographic. I don't know, the election results since then speak for themselves.

We chill outside the club for a bit and Marcis friends turn up. FUCKIN ASOCIAL YOUTH! We made quick friends with these guys and they introduced us to the Buda asozial drink;this is basically the cheapest wine you can buy in the shops mixed with the cheapest cola you can find. Mix it up in the cola bottle and then bounce it off the ground! Between the 7 of us, we get through 3-4 bottles of this shit. Somebody(not me!)got a hold of the promoter and persuaded to give us a set, YES! The night just became more interesting! We were drinking with Marci and his friends for awhile...one of his mates was a Roma and he told us what it what was like being a Roma punk at the same time his friends were saying they're going to exterminate his family! None of it was taken too seriously and all and we had some fuckin good times makin fun of each other. We all had a look in at the vegan, straight-edge, crimethinc styley singer-songwriters but they were fucking atrocious;one girl from Brighton and a dude from Santa Barbara, which kind of says it all. The look of disgust on one of Marcis friends faces when the Santa Barbara dude launched into, “i love you so much...i hate you so much”, while playing in his bare feet was my comedy highlight of the year.
The crust band that followed were called Icarus and THEY WERE FUCKING KRIEG. Totally killer Catharsis influenced crust and it was their first ever show! Awesome fuckin band and really nice guys too. I was terrified of going on after these lads but we played and we played well. Sound was fuckin great and the crowd were really into it. PUNXXX! Yeah, total love to Budapest, was so awesome. Gabor from Human Error offered to put us up for the night so we went back to his flat and crashed out at various times.

Day 7;Szentes, Hungary
Gabor had left for work and we had the place to ourselves when we woke up but there was no time to rest. In fact, we had to make a move to drive to Szentes pretty fast and there was a bit of stress getting everything together and organising ourselves. My smelly feet/sleeping bag didn't help and some people were talkin' shit...no coffee...no breakfast. We went to hang out with Marci around the main city centre/tourist area which was full of annoying people. We got some beers and walked across the bridges between Buda and Pest to a hill that overlooks the city to chill. Was nice here, sun was out and we seen some nice 666 grafitti. Tom and Marci had a bit of competition to see who knew the most obscure bands which was kind of cute and we talked some more shit. I'm not the best person to ask about this sort of wandering about;i like the van, i like the venue and i like the party after. Wandering about cities like cattle is not my thing and when it was time to go, it was time to go!
Hmm. It was a long ass drive to Szentes, maybe 600 km, and the mood was pretty shit in the van. Ok, time to get the head down, do some reading and listen to some Bastard Noise. We had some trouble finding the place, then i seen some guy jogging along the road and i thought we were asking him for directions but..no! It was Zoli, the promoter! We went back to his place and were amazed;it was his parents house and they'd totally let it open for us. Me and Tompa were in his sisters room because of our snoring(sorrrrrry!). He handed us a bottle of whiskey(glenfickdich, yeow!)and told us we really had to get get going 'cause he had some stress from the venue. Ok, let's go!

We get to the venue and it's some kind of community centre. He was really active in trying to create some kind of alternative in his small village and i have to give him respect for that, if it was me i would have been gone to Budapest or some other big city if i was into punk/hardcore because their really wasn't anything going on in this town..at least that's what he told me. We had some stress before the show;one of our tyres had gone flat..some thought sabotage, some thought bad luck. Seeing the knife-edge slash mark in the flat tyre made my mind up about what happened. Bored youth eh? I tried to look useful as people who knew what they were doing, changed the tyre. Ok, take another 100+ euros out of the band-kasse. Fuck sake. To say the mood was Beschissen was to be kind. We didn't want to be there. Zoli was really kind and supportive however and we set up the show and the first band played...Bullet Ride! Local metal heroes who were really not my thing at all. Nice dudes though...well, the singer was an eejit but whatever. One of Marcis friends was there and we had a bit of chat, then time to play. Gig was alright, most people were into it but the buzz just wasn't there. I spent the rest of the night waiting for phanthom village Nazis to come and beat us up but it never happened. We tryed to salvage some of the night by breaking into the whiskey back at Zolis house. Can't fault Zoli as a host, he really opened up his house to us and made us feel super welcome. The only downside was seeing Max getting changed and carrying his balls around like a suitcase...if you'd seen it, you'd know what i mean but if you wern't there, then good for you.

Day 8 Budapest, Mappa club!
Ugh, what's that shit taste in my mouth? Oh yeah, it's last nights whiskey and beer. Zoli had made us a spectacular pasta and sauce breakfast and there was loads of coffee too, result! There was a bit of internet use/organising about spare tyres as well as other people wanting to go away to another house and make (local dish). All this shite left me a bit cold and i wouldn't have been any help to anybody so i stayed in the house with Max doodling on the internet and charging my mp3player.
As is the custom in any house you're a guest in, the toilet was quickly broken. Hungarian toilets are weird;you have to 'stir' the flusher and there's rarely any pressure so coping with 7 guys as well as the other 5 people in the house was always gonna be a stretch.
Max alerted me to it;
'Shane, Shane, toilet is broken!'
There then followed a cycle of Max giving me updates on how much shit was still in the bowl compared to how much had gone and me givin' shouts of encouragement when he was in front of me and laughing my bollox off when he left the room to resume the fight.
Eventually the lads came back and we were ready for the off. Zoli gave me a t-shirt because i'd been wearing the same one for a week and even i was starting to smell myself. Awesome dude!
We had a few photos and 'when we come back/when you come to Berlin' type conversations and it was time to hit the road.
Thank fuck for Tescos! Rich buys the cheapest shoes this side of China when we make a stop at our least favourite chain store and the rest of the fatasses get enough bread and spread to feed the 5000...it's funny when there's at least 300 people in your store and the security spends all their time watching a handful of drunk punk dudes falling around but paying for all their shit...dress sensibly/steal consistently should be the new Crimethinc motto. All the guys spend far too fucking long in this shithole and i'm dying to get back on the road..eventually it happens and it's time to go to..to..BUDAPEST, Alter! Yes! We're on our way back for a big 8(10?)band concert on saturday night and it's gonna be fucking immense. Tompa's on the wheel and we get into Buda(Pest?)after another long boring drive. We're the first band there and on finding the place, we have to have a laugh;Klassik Nightklub in a trendy gallery/restaurant. I thought we'd found the wrong place but we were reassured this was it. We headed off to the local supermarket to get some beers and by the time we came back, there were some local punks hanging around and one or two bands as well, including a crust band from Munich. We chill in the car-park of the venue and talk some shit with the dudes there, so far the buzz is good! Promoter Attilla turns up and we inform him that we have been informed that the nightclub thinks there is only 3 bands playing! He goes off to sort it out and we go back to the supermarket for more beer. Me and Josh have some good banter about trash movies and try to drink as many beers as we can without paying for them. Was lots of good times in that car park but it's time for hardcore and the first band on is...Karak! Which is Marci and 2 other guys playing MITB/Neanderthal/Infest classic power-violence/noise. It's amazing to hear 18/19year olds doing this shit and it really woke us the fuck up. There was a pit going and me and Tom threw our fat asses in there to pretend we're still young. I got my tooth knocked out in this one, which was a rotten tooth which had been giving me trouble and pain the whole tour but it wasn't because the pit was too violent, i just fell on my ass and the thing popped out of my mouth! Thanks again, Buda-Beatdown! They played a cover of Infests 'Cold Inside' too and it fuckin killed. Great band, check them out. Time for some more fresh air and more beers. The whole scenario reminded of Ireland with everyone heading outside for the craic inbetween bands and there was a great atmosphere there and no bullshit. 4Th band were local dudes Human Error and i really wanted to check them out as i'd heard great things. Great things? They completely fuckin destroyed. I've seen a lot of punk /hardcore bands and HE stands up to any of them. I've seen a lot of 'local hero' type bands as well and HE totally dispelled the stereotype of playing to their mates/shit in-jokes crap that goes with it even though nobody was left in any doubt how popular they were with the local crew getting on the mic for some back up vocals and some good pit action. It was just a brutal fuckin assault and i was really glad we weren't playing after these lads. One of the best hardcore gigs i've ever seen and did i mention they were nice guys as well??? Yeah.
We had a bit of a reunion with Marci and his crew and they told us our Roma mate had been grounded after the thursday night shenanigans, ah well. And yeah, they were drinking that fucked-up wine and cola too! The standard of bands was pretty high on the festival with a mix of trashcore, crust and some grindy/power-violence stuff, right up my alley but after Human Error it all seemed a bit pointless! I caught a bit of Idiots Parade and they fuckin rocked...also Tom fell in love with the singer which was cute and hilarious. And now the controversial part! I wrote earlier about the general election and the rise of the far-right Jobbik party in Hungary who have basically built their strategy on scape-goating the Roma community in an era of growing discontent with the failure of social democracy in Hungary(not to mention elsewhere). Tensions seemed a bit high, higher than a lot of countries i've been in where elections were going on, and outside the bar i ended up having a conversation with Attilla, the promoter, about the state of affairs. It was a really fucked up conversation with him trying to get me to understand that they (Roma)were dirty(so am i), thieves(70% apparently, the statistics were pulled from his arse but, “everyone knows this!”) and they didn't know “how to live like normal people”. Believe me, i'm not an easily offended person and i've said some fucked up shit to piss people off or make fun of them or how seriously they take themselves but the lines are pretty clear to me when someone comes out with consistent racist shit. I was getting in a worse and worse mood trying to reason with this guy when Tompa came along and things were going from bad to worse, with stories of how trannys and queers on the
annual Pride marches were, “provoking normal people” with their behaviour and how, “Jews buy all the hotels and control the money”. Fuck sake! As soon as Tompa heard the anti-semitic stuff he told the guy to fuck off and i wasn't much longer telling him he was an idiot and i wouldn't be sleeping in his house. And now it's time to play! With Attilla on sound! Shit...We had a bit of conversation about cancelling the gig;Tompa wanted to. Me, Rich and Tom didn't. So we played. We understood Tompas position but this was one guys opinion and nobody elses there who'd come to see a show. Weird atmosphere compared to the good times that came before it though. Humans suck, i dunno.
We had some fans from Marcis crew and the Human Error dudes and it was actually a great fuckin gig with loads of anger from us and lots of the usual pit action actions. Cool for us because after shitloads of bands and at the end of the night, it's awesome when some people are up for rockin. I made my second of the tour and, indeed, second ever speech about racism and how it was a deadend solution for anybody anywheres fuckin problems but fuck knows if anybody was listening but it felt like it mattered to just say something. We had a bit of luxury with time because we were the last band and some of these kids were not going home anytime soon so we played a lot of the same tunes again and it was a fuckin good time. We hung out for a bit, sold some merch and tryed to stick our fingers up GaborHE nose while he was sleeping but it was soon time to go.
Me and Tompa were not up for going back to Attillas house to sleep and Fischi and Rich were with us. The rest of the guys who, in fairness had not had the conversation we'd had, decided they would sleep there. Ok. We had the Slovakian devil and Budapest at our fingertips and you guys have to sleep in Budapests only Cholo Punx's apartment. I think we win! We hit the city for some food and found a fuckin awesome kebab/falafel joint and i think we all had at least 2 each..seriously, as good if not better than any Berlin Doner. We had some fun talking with these Turkish dudes who were on holiday outside who had some family in Germany and then it was time to find a spot to park the van and sleep. We'd been warned about the cops hassling people so we headed across the river away from the party miles, parliament buildings and other conspicuous places and found a car-park to chill. None of us were ready for bed and it was right by the river so we took one of the bottles of schnapps down to the river bank and had a few drinks. Ever seen the Danube? Up close it's fast, wide and scary. I had this huge urge to jump in and i was glad when we decided enough was enough and we went back to the van for some sleep.

Day 9 Ajka, Hungary!
Argh! Cold, tired and hungry. Time to pick up the wimps and posers from Attillas and head...well, i can't remember the direction but it was THAT way to Ajka to round off our Hungarian trip. The lads wanted to stop about halfway through and have a...picnic? In a park around a man-made pond. On a housing estate? Fuck off. Me and Joshe stayed in the van and had a wee discussion about the psychology of architecture, which is a habit of mine when i'm around the most depressing type. Actually, the whole place reminded me of Balyphehane and the Lough in Cork...which is a bad thing. Eventually, the dudes got bored of being bored and decided to Get In The Van.

Can't remember anything else about the journey-no mountains-but it wasn't long before we were in Ajka. The pub was pretty nice, family run thing and they made friends with us quickly by giving us a crate of beer. Yes! It was 3.5%. beer. Ah well. We got a bit of Slovakian devil and coke and started the azozial drinking outside. We had some good banter but a lot of it was about how the show tonight might be shit compared to yesterday. The village was a trip. Not one living person actually walked past us the whole time The only thing in the town seemed to be a post office(closed)and a train station which was right across the road from us, and everybody seemed to be leaving! We got our drink on, did some John-Joseph/Vinnie Stigma/Rick ta Life/Freddie Madball impressions waiting for the other bands to turn up. It was a good time outside, so good i can't even remember what happened the next 8 hours! Very strange but the night seemed to come like some surreptitious Brownian motion with our already drunk asses bouncing off the very cool staff, cool bands and cooler heads who'd traveled from all over the local area for some sunday night hardcore. Nice one! For me this whole night was a blur, too much schnapps but i'm gonna try and remember what i can..first band were growly, tough guy rrarrrrrrr stuff..the other 2 bands were fuckin awesome, Plan Beer and Mind Your Step, both deadly trashcore and really good with it too.. i remember dancing a a bt and getting knocked on my ass more than once.
I'm ashamed to say i've pretty much no memory of this gig..i remember some row-boats/pyramids/and other hectic hardcore action and i've seen the pictures that PROVE people had a good time!! I had some beers with some of the punx outside, very nice people who were telling me about how they drove 60 km on a shitty sunday night just to see some punk/hardcore...fuckin love it. I digressed to the van and away from the madness, i was in no form for any party after Buda the night before. I had to jump a 10 foot fence to do it which was funny seeing as the fence was there to protect our van and i almost tore my balls off doing it..wait, i can't remember what's supposed to be funny about this..hmm. Some of the rest of the guys were partying all night and i think one or two people fell in love but i was with the SENSIBLE PEOPLE in the van listening to Articles of Faith. Sober. Responsible. Weitermachen!...or just boring but, hey, some of us were tired.

Day 10;Königsdorf (aut) @ Traverse w/ crippled fox (hu)
haha, sleeping in the van again? Waking up and all the food is eaten? Photo oppertunity just before we leave? I can handle it. Oppurchewnitty speltt rong? Yeah yeah. Some azocial but funny stories went around from yesterday that involved sleeping bags and a lot of piss. The people in the bar wanted a few photos and i think they all fell in love with Fischi. Awesome people who, like the Starý Smokovec heads were ostensibly running a business but were really friendly, generous and kind and seemed to be into the 'doing because it feels good' aspect and not just 'cause they can make a few euros...love to go back there and after the trepidation we had before the show, it just made it all seem even better. Salud!

So, off to Austria to the village of Konigsdorf...this was our second night off..meh. We went to the hotel(!)/restaurant gaff to rendezvous with the guys who were promoting the show the next night. Everyone else went in the restaurant to eat and i stayed in the van as i was feeling, for the second day in a row, SHIT! After an hour or so, cuddly Tom brought me a slice of pizza and it was the fuckin bomb. Then we got the call to meet the dudes and we headed off something like 20km to meet them in another village. We got there and immediately asked them for Pfeffi;Pfeffi being unheard of in western Germany/Austria..but! They had a bottle..albeit, their parents. Whoop whoop! We got some beers from the tankstelle and headed back to the hotel. You heard me, we're staying there! After 10-12 days travelling and sleeping in all sorts of places, the idea of a real bed, shower and clean sheets is like being handed back the memory of Max and his suitcase balls...he's staying in our room though so i'll probably get to see them again...schade. The guys were very chilled and cool and we talked and bullshitted with them for a while but we'd had a long drive and after a while most of us were ready for bed.
The next day we woke up with clear heads and the sun was shining! The scenery here was fuckin glorious and the best thing was we had a balcony and the whole day to enjoy it. We fucked off to the local supermarket, got some chips, bread, juice, fruit and of course, beer to make the most of the day before the show. It really was a lovely day with chilled out drinking, sandwich-making and catching up on plenty of reading and sleeping in between. But all things come to an end and it was time to get ready for the show. We set up the backline and merch and chilled out with a few beers. I talked before about the confrontation with Atilla in Budapest and his band, Crippled Fox, were playing tonight so this was on my mind a bit but it didn't look like they were turning up as things were getting late and there was no sign. There were some acoustic singer-songwritery lads on first and it didn't exactly float my boat. I struck up a conversation with 2 crustys who'd travelled there for the show and seemed to be cool enough. The audience in general seemed like nice folks and it was great to see any crowd at a punk gig in a village on a feckin monday evening! Community! We played, fuck, the heat! Was great fun and i think we played twice waiting for Crippled Fox to show. The sweat was getting a bit much when they finally showed. They played pretty well, a lot better than i remembered them in Budapest.
A couple of people had given their opinion in Buda that Attilla had, because of the general election at the time, been offering the opinion of 'the man on the street'. Given the alcohol level of some of us and the fact that some of what was said may not have been translated too well, i decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and made friendly with him and things were given a bit of perspective.. didn't seem like such a bad guy, cholo punk fashion aside.
Crippled Fox were back to Hungary and we were alone in our stupendous hotel suites! Except the crusties who i was talking with were along for the ride..groan! After a few drinks the dude started getting a bit wierd and aggressive, the only thing i understood was,”EMO, JETZ!”, when one of the promoter kids was a bit slow handing him a cigarette. Some of the guys told me later, he was saying OUTLANDISH shit to his girlfriend about fucking her up the arse in front of us etc..Tompa was getting angrier and angrier which reached a climax when someone tried to steer the conversation towards music..
“what kind of music you like?”
“Burzum”
“Burzum???!”

yeh, not Tragedy or Wolfpack or HHIG or any other crust flag-flyer but the one band you're gauranteed to get a tedious reaction from either the people who think Vikernes is cool or not. They managed to get a room in the guesthouse off one of the promoter kids and a proposal to spray their rooms with a fire-extinguiser was unfortunately kiboshed. Time for bed! In a fuckin bed!

Day 11.Linz (aut) @ alte Welt w/ mankurt (aut), noize torture (aut)
Ah Linz! The jewel of Austria! Actually, i don't have a fuckin clue about this fuckin place apart from Adolf was quite fond of it. One of the guys from Konigsdorf comes with us on the trip and apart from dealing with fucking jobsworths in the tankstelle, the drive was amazing;we'd had loads of the Carpathians on the first leg and now we had the Alps and all the valleys and tunnels that go with driving through them. Amazing stuff. We get to Linz and it looks nice if a bit too clean;bit of an old town buzz especially where we're staying. Andi has a huge spread of food for us, with loads of pasta and hash cake. The apartment is super fancy and i spy! What! A PS2! With GTA San Andreas?? I am fuckin down with this. We couldn't find the A/V cable to hook dat shit up before we had to walk to the show but we found a gorilla suit for Tom to put on for the journey. Everyone had a laugh about it walking through the city but i couldn't help breathing constant sighs of relief that we wern't doing this in Ireland or the U.K. or anyother country with a high tolerance for kicking the shit out of anything they don't like the look of. The gig spot was a bit mad/tedious;7 hour soundcheck/lad coming down from heroin /50 year old prostitute trying to charge me entry to the (free)gig every time i walked in and it was in the basement of a fancy restaurant... anger kept building and building. Even Rich and Fischi, normally so chilled, were mad angry. It's fair to say at this stage, that some of us had had enough and wanted to go home.... but fuck that. The other bands weren't my cup of tea;gore-grind sort of stuff or whatever the young people call it. We played as the headline band and amazingly enough it was a really great gig;loads of energy and aggression, result! Hate works. After dragging the shit out to the van and dodging the elderley prostitute for the last time and getting some sweet distro shit(No Hope For The Kids discog!)we're in the van where we had another fucking tedious exchange with Drunk Randomer#4 and one of the guys about where we were going an how to get there. We get back to Andis after having bought a couple of goodnight-beers in the local 'rock pub'. We're in the main/living/sitting room and the impromptu sleeping arrangements looked like a domino game played by Stevie Wonder but sleep? For me? When they have GTA? Fick nicht! Everyone was pretty worn out and they must have been to sleep through hearing me baying after shooting yet another one of San Fierros finest in the balls. Seriously, i was at that shit for about 5 hours, fuckin love GTA! Gimme a few hours and imma Bust Ya Shit!

Day 12. Brno (cz) @ Jolanda club
Yay, back to the east! Austria was alright but East Europe is where i feel comfortable and now it's hit the road to Czech Republic.The area we were playing was a bit sketch and i had a bit of a wierd feeling...but y'know, just because i'm paranoid doesn't mean they're not following me...we changed some money and got the lads to open the door to the venue. Cool gaff;kinda living space/kinda performance area/kinda bar. We had a good laugh watching Max trying to get up the stairs with his back-pack and then i chilled out with a beer and played with the stray neighbourhood cats as well as darts with Fischi. Tom and Tompa started doing the tour accounts with increasingly depressed looks being exchanged. Wanted to help-couldn't-go back and play with the cats. I only found out after the tour how much money we lost, ah well;DIY ethics-great/DIY economics-madness!
The other band playing were some kind of grind/trash/crossover/metal/i dunno type thing, seen them sound-checking, was alright, not really my thing which made eating all the food meant for all of us a lot easier to justify. The 'performance area' was nice and tight, no escape here and the show was class;doesn't matter how fucked up we are now, we just CAN'T fuck it up, it's just spot on all the time with fuck all bullshit talk and tuning delays taking up time and energy. The crowd were well into it and really cool so we(again!)played some of the same tunes twice and made them suffer through 'Food Oi'(hey, fuck you ok?)twice too. Really good buzz at this one, Brno rules. We had a few drinks at the bar with some randomers and some of the heads in the collective. You could smoke weed at the bar but for cigarettes, had to go outside. Suits me. We were having a good time, a few shots and all when, CRASH!! a fucking stone comes crashing through the window of the gig space landing on our gear where, only a few hours ago, people had been having the buzz. The fuck???! We ran outside to see what was up;Dead silence. Nobody on the street. Weird. We tryed to get to the bottom of it with our hosts but they had no clue;was n't anybody kicked out for their behaviour beforehand or any Nazi presence in the area either. Put the downer on the party. Police were called. Explanations and complaints made. Time for bed? Sure, we might as well.

Day 13 Praha/Prague(cz)@Motaraj club
Lovely sleeps! Lovely sleeps! Slept like a fuckin baby and stank out the room with my Plague Feet which was nice;it's like a permanent fart, ya don't mind when it's your own. Finished any food from the night before, some coffee, had a couple of photos with the local lads saying goodbyes, fuckin good time man. Got the van together and headed to the nearest Tescos for food(crisps and bread, this is getting desperate). My alcohol induced anxiety is getting rough at this stage and i can't eat anything without a few beers in me, certainly not crisp sandwiches from fuckin Tescos. Let's just fuckin go!
Can't remember anything about the drive at all but when we get to Praha everyone needs to piss as soon as we enter the tourist/museum/gallery district. Nice! I managed to get mine into a water bottle and hand it(warm)to Tom as he's running back from his own piss so he has to run back and dump it. Opfer! The guys park up and decide to go sight-seeing. I've no interest so stay in the van. No beer/no company. Totally boring. We drive around the place where the venue is supposed to be and don't find it for awhile but eventually do, weird gaff, soccer on every(3 plasmas)screen. Place is a gastro-pub and they 'don't have anything to do with the concerts'. We have high hopes in spite of it though 'cause Infected and Memorial are playing and we've seen them play
before and they're good stuff;sludgy/fast/aggressive/nice. Promoter turns up and feeds us, nice one!one of the local band plays and i really like them. Kind of early UK anarcho punk with some grindcore stuff, can't remember their name(sorry!)but they were great, very raw and loads of enthusiasm and energy. Nice boys. Infected/Memorial were pretty cool;they reminded me of Ape Attack/A bit Of Braindead from Berlin with their shared members type thing. Think i annoyed the shit of everybody looking for a drink the whole night, can't use my bank card outside of germany so i can't get money for cigarettes/bier which severely impacts on my nerves and everyone elses. Fuck it sure, time to play and it gehts super geile toll hammer und krassssss alter mother fucker! Can't say it was a packed house with frothing-at-the mouth lunatic bastards from hell dragging heaven down to destroy but we had fun and the people who hung around had a good time too. Spent a few hours hanging out, drinking beer, not selling merch. Someone at the show said we could crash with them but we decided to drive straight to Leipzig(Deutschland Verrecker!)and sleep at Frank Ink and Daggers house. That suited me, particularly as i can't drive but most certainly CAN sleep. We got some group sex photos of us and Infected/Memorial outside, said our goodbyes and got in the fuckin van. Arrived in Leipzig around 3:am, found Franks house, threw stones, rang buzzer, shouted , got in. Fair fuckin play letting us in and letting us stay, it was late and we needed some sleep. We threw some mattresses around and got our heads down..sleep, lovely sleeps!! Almost over, almost home though..shit.

Day 14(de)Leipzig, Plaque.
For better or worse, we're back on comfortable ground here in Germany and it seems to be something everyone is aware of;aware of the positive things(can buy pfeffi/know where to get something to eat/friends coming to shows)and the negative(tours coming to an end..back to work/routine/Germany)..fuck it though, Leipzig is always a good time, probably my favourite town in Germany and we decide to make the most of the day by going to the canal with a few bottles of pfeffi and lots of beer but not before we hit up Ink and Dagger for a little record buying. Got the Cro-Mags 'age of quarrel' demos, nice one! The weather is awesome and we have a fuckin really nice afternoon drinking by the canal, watching the otters and ducks, talking shit and reflecting on the last 2 weeks. Tompa goes to a barbeque and we hang out for a little bit, getting slowly drunk before heading to Plaque for the show. Pre-show dinner was a nice East-meets-West falafel+potatos type thing, too heavy for me though, food always kills the adrenal action that alcohol stimulates. First band was Red Insect from Czech Republic, take no prisoners antifa punk and they were fuckin brilliant. Loads of passion, aggression and energy, fuckin loved 'em. Tompa took the no food before the show thing a little too seriously and turned up totally fucked up. He had drank 3 bottles of Pfeffi before he came back and it was tragic and hilarious to watch him try and play the bass. The whole show was fucked up, and it turned out that this was the 'Fonda Curse' of Leipzig;always something goes wrong. Poor Tompa was almost in tears outside, Rich was pissed off and Tom was storming around too, shit buzz. I was a bit pissed off about the gig too but when i seen everyone else, i chilled and tryed to cheer Tompa up. Bands play shit gigs, it's shit when it happens but...shit happens! Fatigue, alcohol, depression, boredom or all of it conspire. There are some photos of the show and it really looks like we're playing a gig. Funny looking back...

Fasteratu played last and they were pretty decent, neo-crust type stuff from Czech also. They gave me shitloads of merch and cds that's for sure, so that was good. I was in a pretty good mood after but nobody was sharing it so we all went to bed in Giezerstrasse with the Czech bands.

Day15 Glauchau(de)Cafe Tactlos
woke up to crustys complaining(fuck off)about the smell off my feet. Not a good start. All the breakfast was gone when we(well, me) got there so we went to Voner/Vleicherei and had some deliciousness. We were supposed to play Plauen this day but there was some stress about it in the Hausprojekt there and people cancelled the show so ostensibly we had a day off but through our new friends from the Czech Republic, we ended up on the bill in a Glauchau jugendzentrum with Red Insect and Fasteratu. Nice one dudes! The haus was a nice spot, on the edge of Glauchau, which is a bit of a grim town. Not the good kind of grim either. Lots of crusties/dogs, youth and the typical older heads who organise the jugendzentrum places in Germany, facilitating the youths hunger for punk and banner making! We set up the merch, played kicker, drank beer bla bla bla but it was really nice when we did the sound check and 1)the sound was awesome, so fuckin loud and 2)after yesterday, everyone was determined to play a fuckin serious show..i like that feeling! There was the same AntiFa presentation thing some friends of the Czech bands did yesterday but i'd seen it and all their riot porn had been stolen from other events like the Ungdomshuset eviction/Genoa g8/Athens so i had no interest in seeing it again. So! More kicker/beer and the long, always long, wait for IT. After the discussion was over, lots more people started coming and the atmosphere was cool, really friendly. Normally in Germany, i'm the odd man out because i'm too ignorant and lazy to learn German, which is my problem i know, but tonight was nice with lots of people starting conversations with me which for some bizarre reason ended in every case with me going into an incoherent rant against street punks. Well done, Shane. Big gold star. We were on second again tonight with Fasteratu going on first and they were pretty cool again. The local kids were a funny bunch, big mosh shoves and people flying everywhere, lovely to see that sort of thing when a crust band is playing. Come our turn, we were well up for it. Nobody drunk and everybody focused after yesterday and fuck it, if i do say so myself, it was a fuckin stormer. I don't say that a lot. It's normally “yeah, it was ok” “ah we were so fuckin drunk/tired/hungover/fat” or “fuck, that was shit” but NO. It was good. Not just better than yesterday but good. Like, fuckin good. This was a fuckin good gig by a good band with good songs that had their shit together and gave a fuck about what they were doing and were doing it together and together well in the moment without even a moments thought. Sometimes it's just perfect and it's a wonderful thing. Happy days.

Onto the well earned beers, chillen(that's how germans spell it! c.f 'hangen')and a bit of Red Insect. I thought they were good yesterday but they fuckin killed today. If i had to pigeon hole their sound, i'd say Sin Dios with a bit of Juggling Jugulars but i'm probably talking complete shit as this style isn't my expertise. Tried to buy some music/merch off them but all they were selling was AntiFa t-shirts. Nothing wrong with that but you can buy those in Germany. Like, by the ton. Check out this band now. Nice guys too. We ended up hanging around the merch table the rest of the night and tryed to make a go of a messy night. Tom made an “ich brauche schnapps” sign on his clothes and Max made one for himself and sure enough, the schnapps came. A bottle(don't know who bought this but thank you!)appeared in front of us and we finished it in about 2 or 3 minutes and then we got some more shots handed to us straight after. Was good to see Max getting drunk and having fun too, he was very quiet since Brno. Was some stupid disco after and big delays in sound and i thought it was over but there was another band from Czech playing called XU82(i think) and they were fuckin great. Bit hard to pull off any concert after waiting ages and most people// going home but respect where it's due, they were great, proper fastcore for the fastcorers. Lots of stupid dancing/conversation/falling down around things followed. We were nicely wasted at the end and it was time to go as the decision and arrangements had been made to drive straight to Dresden and sleep at Stefans house, swit swoo! We nicked as many beers as we could from the band area and got the fuck gone. The oncoming post-tour depression hit Tom pretty bad when we made a stop at Burger King(yeah, we eat there. Sometimes McDonalds too depending on the deals they have. Sorry.)and he started losing his temper in there at the poor people behind the counter. Bad enough working at Burger King on saturday night without Tom giving you shit haha. Of course i was laughing but i was still a little bit annoyed at him, gave him some shit about it but i knew he was just realising that he was going back to work on monday morning.
We found Stefans house sometime around sleepy o clock and tried and failed to walk up the stairs quietly to our rooms. Awesome lad, letting 8 smelly dudes stay in his parents house. Tompa and me, of course, had our own room because of the snoring...suits us!

Last day! Dresden @ Proberaum 7 w/ fargo, fuck, wolves
Lovely sleep in a bed, no dreams but had to chew on Tompas farts all night.
Relatively sweet. We had a shower-relay and then the rest of the guys decided to go sight-seeing. I was not up for this as i was finding it hard enough to even go into a gas station without a couple of beers in me to keep the withdrawal demons at bay and i knew Dresden doesn't have a lot of off-licenses/getranken so i was left alone in the house. With an uncharged mp3 player and a just finished book. Shit. Eventually i heard voices from downstairs and Fargo, Fuck, Wolves! and Fonda came home in dribs and drabs and there was a really nice atmosphere there. We did some email checking, listened to BOW 359 and some watched some movie in the living room while i watched Jamie Foxx and Richard Pryor clips very quietly. Then it was time to hit it! We found the p7 after some fucking about. Cool spot, cavernous building on the outskirts of the city with practice rooms.
Load-in was hilarious getting it all in, place was fucking huge. We had some schnapps, mixed it with cola, sat down with some beer too and started our night. PA was fucking huge sounding, we were feeling a little delicate after our 2 weeks so most of us couldn't handle going inside the room for the show and both Fargo and Fuck, Wolves! are fierce and were fierce this night. I'd seen both before but i wish they'd play more as neither seem to be that active but i love that chaotic shit when it's played well! Was a nice time there, making new friends, too many people called Thomas/Tomas/Tom, too many beards, good atmosphere, everyone is friends, no assholes, no idiots, no pointless conflicts, no elitism..just good times.

Time to play and the crowd had dwindled a bit but i didn't give a shit. We played, was loud, fast and(hopefully)ruled, did our(my) stupid Food Oi! Nonsense blah blah blah,. Last show y'all. Can't get the enthusiasm up to write about it.
Pretty much as soon as as our set was finished, we had to load out the shit out to give Stefan and Thomas a break and also to go home ourselves as we were heading straight to Berlin. We sprayed some grafitti on the walls, took some nice photos to remember and hit the fuckin road. Slept through the 3 hour drive from the double DD to B-Town which was nice. Woke up at our first stop;Rich at Neukolln getting out and Tompa standing in the middle of the street with no pants on(wacky eh?). It was, of course, raining in Berlin when we got there and i let myself out at Revaler Strasse near Cassiopaeia. Gave everyone a hug and headed to the nearest Getranke to buy a bottle of Pfeffi for the oncoming tour depression, met a friend and bored the head off her with the much more accurate stories of what you just read. Best 2 weeks ever.

And so, here's the top lists!

1)best album for driving; Disfear-live the storm
2)best song; Fluchtweg-arbeitsscheue ostler(seriously, give deutsch punk a chance!)
3)best local legend-Dasa
4)best crew-Marci and the Buda boys
5)best band-Human Error
6)craziest day-Rozbrat
7)best conversation-Josche
8)biggest fool-Rozbrat Rasta or any Austrian Crusties
9)biggest hero-Fischi.

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