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Thus, one could already confidently organize the celebrations for the victory of justice. On the evening of the same day, a concert featuring the bands Oralapostel, SiK, and Wärters Schlechte at the AKK on the University of Karlsruhe campus was set to round off the victory celebration. Only the postponement of the judgment announcement to March 15 disrupted these plans at the last moment. However, since there was hardly any doubt left about the judges' ruling, the bands and visitors could not be stopped, and the event was quickly transformed into a pre-celebration.
After a long workday, I mustered the energy just before 8 PM, with heavy eyes and not really a clear head, to pay my first visit to the AKK. Dressed in normal work clothes, but who cares, I really deserved this today. A quarter of an hour later, having parked the car in the first available spot, I unexpectedly spotted the entrance to the old stadium with a quick glance. The lack of an entry fee in the announcements was quickly clarified by the open doors, so entry was free. In the first room, I passed a staircase and went through a narrow corridor, where the first visitors were already occupying a couch. The next room, charmingly small, was where the drinks were being served. But let's check out the concert room first. Hardly had I spoken, when my companion tapped me on the shoulder and pointed to the other end of the chamber. There was something like a stage set up, with drums and guitars on a roughly 30 cm high platform. So we had already reached our destination? It was surprising that such a small refuge was chosen for the conclusion of a topic that had garnered nationwide attention. And how was a whole band supposed to fit up there on this tiny structure?
This question was answered a few minutes later, it must have been around half past eight, by the Karlsruhe locals Oralapostel. Despite their estimated young age, they played a lively, catchy punk rock, and I hardly dared to fumble my earplugs in direct view of the band in the still very empty room. One song, played at full volume, which would have been suitable for a venue three times the size, became pleasant with high-tech plugs in my ears, and after a few prompts to not be so shy, the area in front of the stage slowly filled up.
After a short breather outside, the special guest Die Siffer from the university pub honored us with student-friendly punk rock. More rock than punk for my taste, which prevented any shame about fiddling with my ears again. Only the probably most famous song "Nazis ham 'ne Scheißfrisur," after which a few T-shirts were also given away for free, went off well.
Now I finally wanted to see where this door on the other side led to. From a distance, it looked like there must be a lot of space, and the strange light drew me in like a moth to a flame. I realized it was the back exit as I stood one step outside. There, the children's choir was already sitting, with many colorful kids performing lovely tunes. It was gradually getting cooler without a jacket. It would have only been a few meters to the car with warm clothing, but one doesn't want to out themselves as a wimp and sweat again later in the dense crowd. So I bravely held on; fortunately, the breaks never lasted longer than an estimated 15 minutes.
Then they came, the founders of Nix-Gut with the fighter for good himself, Jürgen Kamm. Just to prove that an experienced forklift operator can fit five people on this barely postcard-sized area. It got noticeably rougher and indeed louder than before, which made me wonder how that guy up front could just sleep on the box. Maybe he was deaf. Or perhaps he noticed the punk-friendly drink prices of 1.35 euros for a beer. I stood there completely puzzled at the bar when they wanted to charge me just one euro for the two waters I ordered. I was also puzzled by the guys who took advantage of the organizers' decision to forgo bottle deposits by smashing glass containers on the street. So this is how fairness is repaid, taking away the clubs' ability to host concerts in the long run.
While I'm at it, I also want to complain about the guys who feel the need to dive into the pogo chaos with their leather jackets adorned with killer studs. Carry the metal around with you all day, but please take them off before someone face-plants into them. Otherwise, they would probably flail around just as strangely as the SiK singer, who would have a good chance of being featured in a Worst Of episode of DSDS. No, I don't want to claim that the singing of a hungry lion on the prowl is more melodic; it just had something very unique and unmistakable about it.
I experienced the crowning finale of Wärters Schlechte due to the already advanced hour, past the witching hour, and the urgent need to drag myself out of bed as a good employee after a long journey home, only halfway. They call it street punk themselves, and I would also compare it to the classic UK punk rock of the 80s/90s, without ever having been particularly interested in this music style.
In conclusion, I should note that I only learned about the postponement of the court ruling the next morning. The Oralapostel briefly mentioned the "won trial," otherwise it was a perfectly normal, nice concert. Perhaps I just left the event too early, and the swastika trial was still discussed during the subsequent canned sounds of DJ Machmallala. At this point, there may not have been much to say about it anyway.