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Art Brut’s Bang Bang Rock & Roll album was one of the greatest albums of 2005. Fantastic cover art, decent typography and overwhelming music.
I really loved it and have been silently singing the wonderfully sublte, true, false, ironic, factual, whatever line
Popular culture no longer applies to me since.
And I really looked forward to seeing them at Haldern, which unfortunately only happened for a few songs and from quite a distance because we had to queue so long to exchange our tickets and get in.
Needless to say that I was thrilled to learn they were playing in Hannover in Januar and we got tickets for a little excursion with the flat. They played in Musikzentrum in Hannover, where I had never been before, and had The Chalets as a support band. The Chalets were all right but not my kind of music. And while they were playing we had to stand at the very back of the sold out venue. My flatmates quite liked them, though, and we took some of their singles back home. (And other people share their appreciation.)
After the usual lengthy break with all the hassles of the flatmates ‘needing’ a beer just at the time where everybody else wanted one and where we could have easily sneaked to the front, Art Brut came on. The singer with his freaky moustache, the standing drummer who’s said to be German, the guitarist who looks like he wanted to play with The Cure but took the ride with Art Brut anyway, the other young-looking and Shakira T-Shirt wearing guitarist (who apparently replaced the previous one) and the bassist – the only girl in the band who had to stand at the back without even having a mike. (More self-confidence please, girls! You may not rock more than Kim Deal but you’ll most likely look better…)
While I had feared their singer might be annoying, just based on his looks, the opposite proved to be true. The whole show was fantastic and he kept making jokes, references to Germany and making sure everybody had a good time. At some stage I thought, it was a bit Monty Python – just for him to mention exactly that a few minutes later. And when somebody lost something in the front row he told the band to go on and everybody in front to not move until it was found again. Nice. By that time I had also managed to make my way to the front and enjoy the band from just a few metres away. Great.
Apart from their fantastic – and unfortunately in this case fantastically short – album they played a number of new songs, one of which went by the lines of
Punk Rock ist nicht tot and I couldn’t find anything about that song around the net. The only conclusion I can draw is that now that
I’ve seen Art Brut, twice!, I’ll for sure add a third time if the opportunity arises.
Yeah it was great, I’ve also been there. I regret a bit not having been in the front rows. Eddie Argos was very entertaining…