Which rock band was the most harmonious

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At Desolation Row one hears abundantly that good musicians are at work here. You also hear that this doesn't always have to be a mistake. At least when you play well-versed rock, don't mess up your breaks and want to recognize the guitar riff. The name was stolen from a song title by Bob Dylan, but other similarities are not too clear. Every now and then the tendency to the blues, which is never really lived out. If the trio, which was founded two years ago, would save themselves the guitar solos that are sometimes too long, they would have a very good chance of becoming something like the German Pirates.

The case is completely different with them Square pigswho recruited from squatter circles in 1990. Their attempt at a kind of pop-punk jazzcore fails on the one hand due to recording problems of the demo tape, on the other hand due to the relative lack of the elements listed. For the trio, jazzcore obviously means incorporating a waltz rhythm into a dreary four-four time every now and then. They give the Minutemen and the Descendents as role models, big names, but at the moment the Square Pigs can be expanded, but they are still a long way from their own specifications.

On October 23 at 9 p.m. in the water tower Kreuzberg, Kopischstraße 7

Also the Bone Club in every review the fate overtakes some urban scenes. They come from Minneapolis (remember Hüsker Dü, Soul Asylum etc.), more precisely from the twin city of St. Paul, but since everyone who has a guitar around their neck is given the grunge at the moment, the name always comes up Seattle. After all, singer Andrew Dacey was there for a while to sing for Skin Yard, the Seattle Pope's own band and producer Jack Endino. When they returned, the Bone Club was reformed with the brother and like-minded people and a first LP "Bless This" was recorded. On the there was nothing more than highly melodic guitar rock, which, despite its harshness, exuded a warmth and friendliness that was not thought possible, but had nothing to do with the threatening severity of grunge. In addition, with “Apple” and “DNA” they achieved two veritable hymns that have since landed on various of my mix cassettes. The follow-up record is now ready and is called "Beatiflu". With a newly added second guitarist, their sound has become fatter, but has not lost any of its warming properties. You can still fall in love with the singer just from listening to them, they are still one of the most harmonious rock bands there is at the moment. Even if I have not yet been able to discover any explicit hits on “Beatiflu”, Bone Club remain my favorite kindergarten psychedelics.

On October 23 at 10 p.m. on the island, Alt-Treptow 6, Treptow

Basque reserves seem to be almost inexhaustible when it comes to sympathetic old-fashioned punk rock. Above all, The Clash and their political punk were eaten there, and as long as the bands come from Euskadi, it can be assumed that they represent the politically correct content. Heriotza come from Irun and musically play the slightly faster version, but without even coming close to trash or speed metal. The voice is too dominant, the message too important, even if almost nobody in this country understands it. The reggae influences popular with bands of this origin are also left out, the punk of Heriotza is very pure, very archaic, without gimmicks and with the catchy, combative refrains.

On October 23 at 10 p.m. in the K.O.B., Potsdamer Straße 157, Schöneberg

The Angelus were founded in 1988, and just one year later this was the name of the game Volksblatt their appearance in the Senate rock competition as the "hit of the evening" and predicted the "slightly depressive change between trash, speed metal and punk": "Perfection combined with emotion is evidently the Angelus motto - banned in such good material that the international Career shouldn't be long in coming. ”The international career is still waiting, but we couldn't have said it nicer.

On October 24th at 9 p.m. in the Kreuzberg water tower

Born in Paris in 1944, he was downright notorious for his buttery-smooth guitar sound Babik Reinhardt. By the way, his father was a certain Django Reinhardt, from whom he inherited his love for slow tempo and ballad-like improvisations. Some elements of the so-called “Gypsy jazz” can still be heard, especially when the violin is in the foreground, but Babik Reinhardt's guitar drips, even when the tempo picks up, so dreamy and romantic that you might think Pat Metheny should try better than lumberjacks.

On October 25th at 10 p.m. at Franz, Schönhauser Allee 36-39, Prenzlauer Berg

Ugly Kid Joe are one of the countless normal rock bands that roam in packs in Los Angeles and hope to become the next Guns'n'Roses. You can certainly argue for hours about what makes this band different from that band, nothing is won by that. The majority of these bands are too interchangeable, too much in keeping with the MTV rock format. Some have a record deal, others don't. But they all have their well-groomed mane slung over their shoulders, their guitars fed up, the expensive Marshall amplifiers on stage, the potential hit ballad on the record and certainly a shrewd manager who gets everything out for them no longer young professional rebels who still spread the tale of a priori ugly, nonconformist, revolutionary and wild rock'n'roll in their band information. And it is precisely this particular scene in Los Angeles that shows that this is ultimately only about the bank account. Since the professional rebellion has not only been exposed since yesterday and at the latest with the self-deprecating appearance of sex pistols manager Malcolm McLaren in Julian Temple's "The Great Rock'n'Roll Swindle", one can also simply ascertain soberly that Ugly Kid Joe, the next rock band from LA, who only sings and lives for fun, cars and women, is no worse than the last or the penultimate. But so many football arenas do not fit on this planet at all to accommodate all the bands who would like to play there and who have no less entitlement in terms of musical potential than those who finally make it to the Olympic Stadium.

On October 28 at 8 p.m. in Huxley's Neuer Welt, Hasenheide 108-114, KreuzbergThomas Winkler