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When the Terrorgruppe emerged from their crypt at the beginning of the year, it hit the scene like a bomb. With them, all the fan legions crawled out of their graves as well. Myself included. The shows at SO36 sold out pretty quickly, and the performance at Ruhrpott Rodeo was said to be amazing.
So, on that Friday, I was in a pretty good mood as I sped towards Eichstätt with my cooler. A beautiful route to drive and perfect weather. It couldn't get any better. By noon, I was there. I parked my car and headed towards the festival grounds.
The festival itself is a hidden gem for all festival-goers among you. It is organized by a small Eichstätt association and had impressive lineups back in the 90s. Around the turn of the millennium, there were financial issues, and it had to be cautiously rebuilt. That went very well and quickly, and today "Der Berg" is once again an institution in the festival landscape.
The location is simply dreamy for bands and visitors. Many from afar must have felt like they were on vacation, as it is so idyllic there. The landmark of the festival is the Elefantenhügel. A huge limestone hill that many climb to enjoy the concert from up there with a few beers.
By noon, quite a colorful crowd was already on the grounds, as many had arrived the day before to get nicely drunk. Bavarians are world champions in that regard.
After wandering around the campsite for a while, I headed to the camp of El Matzo from Rock'n Rodeo, who, like his buddies, was still a bit hungover from the day before. After I opened my first beer, he showed me the finished cover and the game pieces with a fork. Excitement set in, and we sat on the couch waiting for the starting signal. No noteworthy incidents, except for a very drunk lederhosen-wearer with a fur hat and a painted penis on his belly. This party animal was then repurposed as a walking billboard for Rock'n Rodeo flyers, which were securely taped to his back with duct tape. For that, he received some homemade fruit schnapps. How far his legs carried him afterward could not be determined.
At around 2 PM, it finally began!
The first band was called "Klabusterbeerenbande," and some people had already gathered in front of the stage, most of whom were probably friends of the band. A very young band. The local warm-up band, so to speak. Many liked it, but I didn't at all. It was too dull and monotonous for me. Luckily, I didn't understand the lyrics.
The next band, "Schluss mit Lustik," also a local band, was already better. The sound was melodic punk rock with German lyrics. It was going well. By now, we had met up with the Dorks, who were also standing in front of the stage and chatting a bit. Our artist Donald from Punks & Banthers was also there, and we talked a lot about comics.
Slowly, more people gathered in front of the stage as the Dorks began their soundcheck. It was, of course, quite chaotic, as one knows it from festivals. It felt more like a larger garden party when the Dorks kicked off with "Anarchie in der Laubenkolonie." Lizal was screaming his lungs out as always, and the band hammered on their instruments with great joy. Suddenly, a naked person appeared in the audience, and another started to pee right among the crowd. So, a lively party atmosphere. Hits like "Hier regiert der Stockerl Schorsch" and "Dispo Pogo" were played, and suddenly a cardboard Angie appeared on stage, actually talking to the ass Lizal. In the end, they played "Fear of the Dork," a cover version of Iron Maiden with their own lyrics. It was a fun performance...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w6sS2wrBDMI&feature=youtu.be
Next up were the Roughnecks from the UK. I only half-watched them since I ran into many old acquaintances at the beer stand. After hanging around here and there, meeting, chatting, drinking, etc., I completely missed the following Tenside.
As dusk fell, it was finally time. TERRORGRUPPE!!!
We headed back from the base towards the grounds, which were already quite filled. I felt like I was in a time tunnel. The excitement in the audience was palpable as the intro blared from the speakers and Archie, Johnny, Zip, Kid, and Eros came on stage.
I completely forgot the first song. Forgot the song, so to speak. I only remember that I could sing along immediately. I was surprised at how well I remembered the lyrics. Slowly but surely, the pogo grew bigger and wilder. And the Terrorgruppe really gave it their all.
What the guys delivered had the same energy as 12 years ago. No sign of decay like with other reunions. Almost all the old hits were played. "Schöner Strand," "Opa," "Kinderwahnsinn," "Namen vergessen," "Gestorben auf dem Weg zur Arbeit," "Tresenlied," etc....
In between, Archie kept encouraging the audience to do blood pogo, and the well-known "Fick dich Du Arschloch und spiel Gitarre" is now called "Fick Dich Du Fick."
I always wondered why the Terrorgruppe, during their comeback gigs, had a huge white bedsheet stretched out and also covered the entire backline with white fabric. During songs like "Weitergehen" and "Rumhängen," this mystery was unveiled. A projector displayed videos and images on stage. It looked very impressive.
There was also a pyro show. For the small fireworks, the MC Motherfucker even stuck a little pyro stick up his ass. The ass rocket!
The crowd went wild for the band, and by the end, the entire area was filled. Man, what a concert!!!
I didn't want to stick around for the rest, "Irie Revoltes," and another band that I'm too lazy to type out now.
In the end, I met a few more people and then slowly but surely headed home.
You can find pictures here. Technical errors possible, but the slideshow worked for me.
http://www.donaukurier.de/_/tools/diaview.html?_CMTREE=304616&_CMELEM=100