When I announced the “F**k you too II”-fest in these pages some time ago [see the entry] I adviced people to take a good night’s rest as the last band was scheduled to play at around 4:30 in the morning. As things go I woke up that saturday-morning in a groggy state of being with only a couple hours of sleep behind me, my last memory of the evening before being me and a girl half my age sitting at the bar of a local pub. So I missed a couple of bands that played in Geel in favour of a quick crash in the car, and even without that little beauty-nap it would have been quite confusing to keep track of who was playing when, as the organisation was marked by a healthy “I care shit” and “Do whatever you want”-attitude (at 5 in the morning there was still one band to go even despite the fact that by then 3 bands had given up). But I made sure to go home with the names of the bands that really stood out. Those were: Kunt Russell, Diskoster, Jack The Tripper and also worth mentioning are Gothic Sucks and Tony Blèh (Permanent Death) teaming up with the new drummer of Agathocles for an improv blèh-session of short outbursts. Kunt Russell (b) kicked major ass: a splattergrindnoise band with 2 chicks taking care of the gurgling vocal part (though at the end of their quite lengthy set the mike was passed to the audience) – screams ‘n gurgles a galore, the whole marked by a drive that I can only compare with the fervor with which Dreamhouse played at last year’s Dramarama-fest. Totally improv-style. Stay tuned for some upcoming bits of film “soon” (somewhere someday). As promised, here’s the Kunt Russell-clip:
Kunt Russell
Diskoster (b), Lord of De Living, with a Dr. Rhythm vs Casio-set, no vocals this time, but with a choreography that was quite original, even for this bloke, sporting Jane Fonda-like work-out moves and some gay dancing that clearly confused the most drunk amongst the onlookers. A confusion that turned into panic when Diskoster started to grab ass. Also the first one to start throwing stuff around: a sandwich, salted pindanuts peanuts, and to conclude the show with: his casio (“Come and witness the death of…”), aimed at the head of a bloke that had had the guts to touch it. Pretty cool, his music, different for sure. Jack The Tripper (Holland) was listed as “LSD Mossel goes mental” – The LSD Mossel-aspect was in fact limited to Roel and Rudy being part of Jack The Tripper, producing a fat layer of psyched out noise and general ambience with crackers and firework (Holland, you know), with a third person on Korg rhythms (straight forward beats at 120 bpm) – As such Jack The Tripper has more in common with Kakt-us (also feat. Roel and Rudy) than with the toygrind-band LSD Mossel. Show took place in total darkness with just some strobo’s litting up an iglo-tent. (Tony to Rudy at 4 in the morning: “You’re gonna take that tent back with you?” Rudy: “No man, it’s a gift – Can’t do anything with that tent anymore.” Tony: “Don’t think so, it costs us money to get rid of it, last year you also left your stuff here for us to clean up.”) Soon at a Living near you (stay tuned for more info on that). The smashing of a DVD-player did have a certain “Zatte Jos”-aspect, guess Lieven and Oli made quite an impression last year trashing that tapedeck on stage (something that could be noted in the names of the bands). Gothic Sucks (b) is another neat one-man project worth mentioning: 20 homogeneous minutes of much the same distorted guitar with much the same vocals with the rhythm-part on CD: an ongoing staccetto of sharp bangings at 210 bpm, the Steve Reich or Phillip Glass of the grindnoise-scene! And Tony saying: “This is the last serious band playing tonight.” Funny thing is that at the same time in another part of De Bogaard there actually was a Gothic party going on. Bit scary to see +50years olds in black kilts strolling through the building. I did like the sight of 16 year olds with wasp-waists though. [Ow! My age must be acting up.] As mentioned Tony Blèh teamed up for an improv session with the new drummer of Agathocles. Pretty neat, oldskool short blèh-bursts. Also: Peter “Dr. Bibber” dancing the night away (“Peter, next time bring your gear along for a set!”) and the Chronic Death cover on Agathocles’ upcoming CD-release. Spotted, but not performing: Jan AG (“Jan, next time…”), and half a M.A.N. Funny anecdote: the duo punkband with french accent failing to get the soundvolume of their drumcomputer right, resulting in a tremendous long soundcheck: “Can someone call the organisator?” and after a couple of attempted fails and new pleas for the organisator to step forward, Tony leaving the mixing desks and walking past the stage towards the bar. “Whatever man!” Cool! For those that weren’t there: if there’s ever a third edition of this grindnoise/digital grind/trash-fest make sure to be there. Or be square. Filmclips online soon. Rats.
