Finale at Hurricane 2023: Sunday with Die Ärzte, Placebo & more

“You get uglier, you get more forgettable and everything still has to go on,” Marco Michael Wanda sings resignedly on Sunday afternoon and interrupts the song for a moment of remembrance for band colleague Christian Hummer, who died in 2022. The audience applauds approvingly, but then lets itself be picked up by an encouraging “Hey ho, Cotton Eye Joe” to transform the melancholic hangover mood on this hot Sunday into a good festival moment. But many others have just one thought: shadow, shadow, shadow.

Luckily, a water cannon between the Forest and River Stages sprays the emaciated crowd with a fine spray – with wet clothes it’s better to make it across the field to the Wild Coast Stage, where Edwin Rosen offers shelter in a dark tent. The hardened, on the other hand, dance with Frank Turner in the blazing sun or sway to the grown-up wedding band sound of The 1975 from Manchester.

Desert rock feeling at Queens of the Stone Age

Josh Homme’s transformation into a pirate seems to be almost complete: the gold tooth of the now goatee-wearing singer of Queens of the Stone Age flashes in the evening sun and even he, the heat-tested man from Sky Valley, has to admit that it’s still quite sweltering here. The only one who doesn’t break a sweat is guitarist Troy Van Leeuwen, who as usual pulls through in a suit. With “No One Knows” the set starts straight away with a crowd favourite, while the new song “Negative Space” still needs encouragement from the band: “Don’t worry, it’s good.” And who exactly is on “Make It Wit Chu”. listen, you can’t miss the little Rolling Stones tribute with a snippet of “Miss You”.

“Now we’re doing a bit old school. Do you like a little old school? Great!” Brian Molko babbles later in the evening after a few collector’s items on the River Stage. While Placebo forgo all-time favorites like “Pure Morning,” “Special K,” and “Every You Every Me” on their set, they end terrifically with their Kate Bush cover of “Running Up That Hill.”

“Shit, tsunami!”: The hurricane rolled over Die Ärzte

Only two hours The doctors? Apparently Belafarinrod also finds too little time, who simply starts their set ten minutes earlier behind the curtain – more precisely, in front of two curtains. Because after the first drop, they troll the fans who are already there with another privacy screen with the words “Almost… Die ❤️te”. Anyone who doesn’t sprint from the Dixi to the stage now will miss “Westerland”, “Ignorama” and “Is that still punk rock?”. “It’s a decent crowd of people,” says Farin, who greets Bela with a “Hey, nice to see you” and his middle finger. And Rod, the “future frontman of Rammstein”, is also properly introduced to the viewers. Today, however, there is a fourth band member: Victor from Security, who Bela already noticed as a real legend in the ditch when she performed Queens of the Stone Age. The omnipotence card is quickly played in order to suspend the surfing ban in force on the Hurricane – “Only if you are drunk now and are wearing heavy parachute boots: Pace yourself”.

“Gorgeous Years” brings great joy to the “Down with the Spending Pants” fans – the wildest moshpit in the front rows and a party mood up to the chain carousel brings the “Schunder-Song”, where it gets really dusty again. The Donots have already boasted about the biggest dust cloud of the festival – nevertheless, Die Ärzte are still trying to top Friday’s sandstorm. At the other end of the festival, a La Ola erupts several times, which rolls right up to the stage and knocks the band out like a tsunami.

“Got rid of another piece of rainforest?” Farin comments on Bela’s extremely generous drumstick throwing. “A bit of mahogany doesn’t make the rainforest thicker either, my husband says” – the more often the booze fridge disguised as an amp opens behind Rod, the nicer the comments on bass and drums. Even a black bra makes it onto the stage – with the power of instant noodles with vegetables in a push-up pouch. Thanks, Die Ärzte and Hurricane 2023 – that was really fun.