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Pyro fog is located above the boiler of the Berlin Wuhlheide. A away game and coronation fair at the same time for a former village punk combo from the hinterland of the Baltic Sea. In the run -up to the “largest concert in band history”, this summer evening should get something consecrable and very special. It doesn’t matter that Feine Sahn Fischfilet had already played the same site in 2023. It was maybe not so sold out.
Pyro, pogo and punk romance
In any case, the 17,000 in the vastness are happy to take up the happening character. When the process falls after a climatic piano intro and the title song of the last album “We come in peace” is counted, the violent Bengalo support starts. Not only in the colors of Hansa Rostock. Singer Jan “Monchi” Gorkow recognizes the spectacle with a “How horny it looks, age!”.
In a first song block brushed on the attack, new and older hymns without breathing. “Back in our city” and “Everything on intoxication”, where expensive liter beer pawns with content sail through the air. For “15 years” Monchi gives the much told attack attack in advance when he was once tired by Faschos. A lover romance on the beach with a fatal outcome: “I am looking for my teeth in the damp sand”.
The biographical story “Stories from Jarmen” from 2012 continues to form the basis for its heavy, light mix of Oi-Punk (with a lot of Ohoohooo) and Ska-Punk (with trumpet). Your vegetables are well popped. You don’t need virtuoso style change.
The political sting is deep
“Greetings to the Neanderthal” from 2025 (“Thousand years of German Empire, Crystal makes the pear soft”) is a current song that is dedicated to the neighbor of her studio, who always has the Reich War Flag in his front yard when there are fine cream fish fillet in the rehearsal room. “Making a shit from such a shit” husses Monchy and then the punk stakkato shoots again.
There are of course also “drunk” with beer mugs and rabbit-like mosh or roundabout pits. Always fight only Nazis makes Mürbe, and so Monchi’s universalist credo, which he announces at about half, is: “Stay humanistic!”
Nevertheless, a banner behind the drums for the “Neanderthal” song is hoisted: “The boat is full of Nazi packs and national wailing”.
Addition with inflatable boat
When the heart of tradition is played “When it is over tomorrow”, the whole force of this beer and resistance mixture shows again. On the left stands, a fan crew stretches up a banner illuminated from behind: “Freegal, we lived”-the defiant motto of the fish fillets. Combined with the liked routine to ask the busy supporter Army on the stage and also distribute beer to the foremost rows.
In the extensive encore, Monchi and Co still break through their punky fire. Only with the human-understandable, but musically kitschy, straight ballad “skin on skin” (for his daughter), then with the sovereign rap interpretation of Eminem’s “Without Me” by Trumpeter Max Bobzin, before you go over the large chapor ride over the audience arms and heads.
“Completely in the ass” as a final point is coherent. All exhausted and beer -showered. Monchi as a great human fisherman: “That was legend with you, age!”