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At the beginning, Lido wasn't particularly full; rather, the connoisseurs had gathered. They were not spared by the SVETLANAS. To greet us, a portrait of Putin was set on fire, making the direction clear. After studying our archive, I had expected an all-female band, but in fact, there were three men (Ivan? Vladimir? Pjotr?) and only one Svetlana, who goes by Olga. However, she seemed to have vodka mixed with ten effervescent tablets and turned everything within the radius of her microphone cable into a danger zone. A rather slender figure, but everything about her radiated aggression. Along with grimaces and a crazy look, she made demands for us to fuck her and occasionally ventured into the audience, which visibly enjoyed being bumped into. Not to forget: she also sang, and that resulted in a rattling, hard punk rock sound with a hefty dose of thrash riffs, thanks to the thoroughly rehearsed band. The guitarist was a metal man who liked to reveal his influences in hinted speed solos. A good start, and after about half an hour, the set and the audience were thoroughly pummeled for the main band.
Gradually, more people had gathered. I would consider a half-full Lido on a Thursday to be quite decent. However, these seemed more like fans than the random scene kids who hang out at every punk rock party. This created a relaxed atmosphere as the DWARVES gave us a lesson with "Let Me Show You How It's Done." Nick Olivieri, dressed only in his bass, showed us where the hammer hangs. Heh. Heh. I wondered if he actually has a big dick or if it just looks that way because he, well, is a dwarf. With a bassist who plays like a beast and can scream like one, a scandal band certainly has a solid foundation. Singer Blag Dhalia, on the other hand, seemed a bit chubbier than usual, probably due to age and the good life. Like a boy who has grown a bit too tall. And so it went seamlessly from one classic to another. The entire punk rock phase of the band was well represented, from "Blood, Guts & Pussy" to today. I could name a few songs that I missed. But if you don't want to engage in specialist discussions, you come to the conclusion that the DWARVES have staked out a certain stylistic field that they cultivate on every album while also adding occasional experiments. That's a good thing, because with the consistently high quality of these songs, it ultimately doesn't matter if one or two are missing. We got our pop-punk gems ("There Better be Women"), our high-speed shredder burners ("Dominator"), and everything in between ("Backseat Of My Car") or outside of that ("You Gotta Burn," "Sluts of the USA"). Psychedelic effects or samples were left out. No hip hop, no "Over You," and above all, no samples of little girls. That's when I realized how much those are anchored in the sound of the DWARVES for me, but with handmade punk rock, there's no room for nonsense. Instead, there was an absolutely lyric-perfect front row in front of the stage, always delivering their "Blood!" and "Fuck!" right into the held-out microphone.
The sound was punchy and full, and whoever the guitarist and drummer from the vast dwarf collective were that evening, they did their job flawlessly. Interestingly, the guitar strikes were not so distinctly audible, which made the SVETLANAS sound-wise closer to the DWARVES recordings than the DWARVES themselves. However, such details could not dampen the mood that the dynamic set unfolded over what felt like an hour. To ensure that the band's fetish-fuck message did not go unnoticed (how could it?), two dancers in corsets and Lucha Libre masks adorned the stage towards the end and shot confetti. So this time it was sex instead of violence. At least I didn't just see old men with old music that evening. But that would have been good too. This band is a timeless constant for good punk rock and entertaining shows that hopefully won't stop anytime soon.
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