Morgen findet “at Festsaal Kruezberg” das dritte Trashfest statt. Weil wir es letztes Jahr zwar besucht, aber nicht berichtet hatten, schieben wir schnell noch diese Meldung rein:
Morgen, Trashfest im Festsaal, super Line-Up und witzige Specials erwarten den mit dem guten, also schlechten Geschmack. Alleine für Tim Warren, dem CRYPT Records Labelbetreiber, der nicht nur unzählige Perlen der letzten Dekaden wieder ans Licht gebracht, sondern auch Bands wie The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion groß gemacht hat, ist den Weg wert.
Dazu spielen mal wieder Chuckamuck, die Band der Berliner Stunde, die auch am 30. Oktober bei uns auf 10 Jahre Dorfdisco auftreten werden, der legendäre DM BOB von den Deficits, das siebenköpfige Trashrock Orchester Jimmy Trash and the Gunpowder of Heaven, Krach der Roboter, Bikes, The Sticks und noch mehr ausgefallen heisser Trash, dass wir Jimmy Trash am besten selbst erzählen lassen, wie das alles zustande kam:
TRASHFEST started as my birthday party in 2008. It included a bunch of bands from all the genres I like, from all around the world, in a tiny illegal poker bar (now defunct) in Mitte.It started very early in the afternoon, but the police still came (in part due to the owner fucking some PopKomm tarts and forcing their awful band to play, in part to the awesome but completely unmuteable New Zealand band Batrider fucking shit up) and shut the place down just before the Jimmy Trash band could play.
The ‘infused’ crowd had the spontaneous idea to relocate all of our gear into the Deutsches Theatre down the road and forced them to host our band. They did graciously, and my band played an anarchic set under crystal chandaliers while the audience drank cocktails. It was the type of drunken spontaneity that is unappreciatable in the moment.
For the second Trashfest I was determined not to let the same thing happen, so I hired the Raum 18 industrial unit in deep Neukölln. The event was exponentially larger, with a seperate dj room and happenings going on until the sun was way past the clouds. Israel’s Charlie Megira and the Modern Dance Club tore the audience a new asshole, photos were taken for the BZ with me fucking my keyboard in a leapord skin miniskirt, and when we left after Krach der Roboter finished his drone masterpiece, there were more bodies passed out than alive. I was happy to not be responsible for cleaning up that mess afterwards.
So now it’s that time of the year again, another year older and another hellish melangé to organise. (So far, lineup not yet confirmed) This year will headline with my favourite English band The Sticks, a monster mix of Devo and The Shaggs, my brother’s band / teen idols Chuckamuck and Custom Culture veteran from Nu’orlins, DM Bob. Berlin’s only other “good” Berlin band, Bikes (which includes members of Montreal garage rockers Hell Shovel), and a noisey set by the incredible circuit bending machine, Krach Der Roboter will also be performing.
My own band, Jimmy Trash and The Gunpowder Temple of Heaven, will also premiere as a 7 piece psychedelic orchestra, with new members from Charlie Megira and the Modern Dance Club and The Polymonsters.
The rest of the entertainment will be deftly dealt with by all types of carnival tents, including genuine freakshows, a performance by the vivid and violent artitsts N.A. Wolf and comedian David Deery. Tim Warren of Crypt Records will provide the tunes on the decks for the afterparty long into the morning light.
This Friday 8th October it’s at Festsaal Kruezberg, and I cant fucking wait.
Hope to see you there,
Berlin’s own enfant terribles; young, suave, enigmatic powerpopper youths with bookmarks in Chuck Berry’s riffs and Television Personalities/Pete Dohertys’ flair for destruction and the romantic. If you have seen them then you are a fan; if you haven’t then you have no excuse:
Best left in the understatement that these three Brighton lads are a manic mixture of The Monks, Devo and The Shaggs. Agitated, psychotic, garagepunk that is the embodiment of pure fun. Its been 3 long years since they were last hear, so have a listen to the madness here:
A native Louisiana swamp rat, DM Bob has worked hard for years outta Hamburg producing the finest NOLA one-man boogie this country has ever seen. He has recorded for the Voodoo Rhythm label and also with Jem Finer of the Pogues. Check his beautiful stuff here:
BLACKY BLACKROSE’S DEATH DU JOUR FREAKSHOW
Blacky, a beautiful, worldly necrologist, brings you the most horrifying artifacts and original photos of momento mori. A strong warning is advised against the entry of the faint hearted, the the tent will be sealed off from general viewing.
JIMMY TRASH AND THE GUNPOWDER TEMPLE OF HEAVEN
Jimmy Trash and The Gunpowder Temple Of Heaven are a seven piece trash rock orchestra with the goal of completely enveloping the audience with a mesmerising sense of lust, regret and physical danger. They take their cues from sensual Delta blues sounds, psychedelic freakout culture, voodoo ceremony, and violent performance art.
KRACH DER ROBOTER
Bavarian cyborg circuit bender par excellence, a giant robot who assualts the ears with shrieking electrodrone ballads and good-natured feedback loops. Unmissable:
Brandenberg/Montreal project. Thunderous garagepunk, fun, dirty, stupid, perfect. Includes that guy from Hell Shovel.
BIG DADDY MUGGLESTONE
Breakcore percussion monster? Country crooner that makes old ladies weep? Projectile vocalist and purile story teller? Who knows what this uber-talented weirdo will do?
This intense, moving, violent and subversive pair of artists shock, wow and reveal secrets of the hidden in an honest and mental way. They belong in a higher pantheon than what the word “artist” simply denotes.
MOTHER FUCKIN’ DAVID DEERY
Stage-wrecking, heckler-bashing, German-abusing maniac that has been devastating stages all over Berlin for a whole year now.
One of the saviours of music for over 30 years, he has been an endless energy collecting and reissuing the best forgotten garage punk on his holy label, CRYPT RECORDS, as well as the best modern bands over this time. We are touched and honoured by his presence.
Tel-Aviv’s sexiest loud music and evil purveyor.