Here’s my little review of Pukkelpop 2007. Dennis and I took off to Hasselt (Belgium) in rainy weather. Me not happy. Checking out dozens of forecasts doesn’t make things better, but my little prayer to the patron saint of festivals must have worked out. Sunny and warm, little clouded, I cannot imagine better festival weather.
These guys from Birmingham are actually more Dennis’ cup of tea, but he convinced me to go. And they convinced me with their show and songs. But I still don’t know why the singer looked like he was strangling something (or himself?) while singing.
Metal on just Spanish guitars. Need I say more? They rocked hard.
It was crazy. They we’re all crazy. And they threw a party. I cannot describe what kind of music they make, but the description from the festival book comes close I guess: Balkanpunk.
Nice band, easy listening, charismatic front man. They served breakfast and pushed my right buttons.
Old songs I know by heart. They juiced their show with lots and great light effects. Nice.
Soundgarden is no more. But I’m glad he still does his thing solo, his voice is so impressive. During “Spoonman” he sent cold shivers down my spine, his version of Michael Jackson’s Billy Jean was so good, it made me cry.
I don’t remember what kind of music they made (lies lies), but I do remember the Italian vamp, ehm.. I mean front woman singing, shouting, whispering and grunting on stage. I so have a weak spot for metalbabes.
Energetic bunch of shouting guys on steroids. One could compare them to Linkin Park, but it’s a bit rougher and less produced. And you can make very funny jokes about entering Shakir…
If somebody deserves an earthquake award they can claim it with hands on their back. They took out the crowd with a swift and clean blow. It was so incredibly loud and yet clear. Very nice and impressive. And their show was mouthwatering too.
What can I say? They rule! Probably the best band in the world. No, that’s not true, forget about the “Probably”.