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A legend of German punk was set to take the stage again. Two nights at the Kreuzberg S.O. 36 were scheduled, both of which had been sold out for a long time.
As my colleague KING KRAUT has already described how Wednesday went, this can be read at http://www.ramtatta.de/s/konzertberichte/f/details/id/6673/
Since there is also a division of labor at ramtatta.de, I took over Thursday. Therefore, I won’t go into detail about Wednesday, but rather focus entirely on the second day.
The TERRORGRUPPE had already set a good precedent on Wednesday, so I was curious about how the second day would unfold. The opening act was the TAKA TUKA ULTRAS aka K.I.Z. Hip Hop and punk rock, an interesting mix, especially since K.I.Z. has always provoked and offended many people since their inception.
Once inside the sacred halls of S.O. 36, the DJ played Eisenpimmel’s “Huka-Tschaka Töff Töff“ (was this a hint at the level of the evening?!). I saw some figures that made me wonder what they were doing here today, but then it struck me that it’s also something special for K.I.Z. fans to see the band in this setting. And the DJ from K.I.Z. already provided appropriate entertainment.
So, hip-hop fans and punks stood peacefully side by side, with many regular folks also in attendance. It was a mixed crowd of old fans, new fans, and Kreuzberg celebrities, including band members from ZSK and The Offenders spotted in the audience. No one wanted to miss the TERRORGRUPPE live. Many people came from far away, some from Saxony, the Ruhr area, and Hamburg. And just like the day before, the heartbeat quickened as the clock struck 20:00. It was finally time to start. Shortly after 20:00, it was finally happening. The TAKA TUKA ULTRAS took the stage. Curious about what would unfold, I also moved to the front.
The guys were clearly having fun with what they were doing. Lyrically, they often caused head-shaking. They sang about monkeys and horses and all sorts of other obscure topics.
The K.I.Z. fans had secured their spots in front of the stage and were having a blast. Most people, however, watched the proceedings more calmly.
The guys were entertaining, and their craftsmanship was not bad. Especially the fast, clear, and powerful rap delivery; that’s something you have to be able to do. At some point, however, the guys on stage found it too slow and began to insult the audience, not knowing how to refer to them. Lefties? Ticks? They were pondering this while the first cups flew onto the stage. The atmosphere threatened to turn sour, but the ULTRAS noticed and just kept going. For a good half hour, it was all very entertaining and something different.
Now, however, it was time to digest Hip Hop and see the TERRORGRUPPE.
K.I.Z. asked at the end of their set if the audience was up for the damn TERRORGRUPPE, and the response was accordingly. But what happened when MC Motherfucker and his crew came on stage defied description. As soon as “Sabine“ started playing, more than half of the hall went completely wild. Pogo, stage diving, singing along, and collective good vibes. The TERRORGRUPPE was more relaxed than the day before, and there were also different announcements from Archi compared to the previous night.
In line with the evening's vibe, the audience was encouraged to pogo with “Tanzt Ihr Kackbratzen,” while the guys from K.I.Z. on stage next to Archi tried the same with “Pogo Ihr Votzen.” The atmosphere in the hall was boiling. Everyone, and I mean everyone, was thrilled that the TERRORGRUPPE was back on stage. A resting pulse of 120 is not an exaggeration. And at some point, the Berliners could also remember the good old blood pogo after Archi accused them, “You spend 10 years in jail and no one knows blood pogo anymore.” The song “Leider nur ein Traum” was reworked, so instead of Jürgen Möllemann, they sang about Josef Ackermann. And Archi explained that the song “Kinderwahnsinn” is called “Kinderwannsee” in Berlin dialect. It was like old times. MC Motherfucker seemed to feel the same way, as he later recounted how he was born in a toilet, head underwater. Poor boy.
In between, there was a best-of of TERRORGRUPPE songs, and with every single song, people were flying through the air. In the pit in front of the stage (is this still punk rock?), the security had their hands full. If there was time, they also sang along to the songs.
It was a fantastic atmosphere. Enthusiasm is an understatement. It was incredibly good.
Shortly before the end, the TERRORGRUPPE explained that there were also critical voices the day before, as the band had left the stage without an encore. So a democratic vote was held on who wanted an encore and who didn’t. The decision was to play through without all the encore nonsense. Now that’s something.
Not only did they continue playing, but there was also the legendary Arschrakete! Yes!!
Shortly before the end, someone from the TAKA TUKA ULTRAS dared to go on stage again, with a Magnum champagne bottle. He knelt in front of MC Motherfucker, opened the bottle, and the entire contents shot into the face of the TERRORGRUPPE’s singer. A great sight, but the song had to be almost stopped because Archi simply couldn’t see anything anymore. However, it continued for a short while. After nearly 100 minutes, the last song was announced. Despite ventilation, it was now dripping from the ceiling.
Afterwards, the house lights came on. DJ Ed Raider played some more, and in the Franken-Bar, across from S.O. 36, the unofficial aftershow party began with “Tresenlied” on the turntable every 30 minutes.
It was an impressive comeback. The TERRORGRUPPE nailed the songs, the sound was perfect, and the atmosphere on and in front of the stage was indescribable.
TERRORGRUPPE, it’s great to have you back.
Next time you play two concerts in a row, please don’t play exactly the same set. Plastic cups and a pit in S.O. 36 are not punk rock, but the main thing is you’re back. Wonderful!
The following songs were played, among others.
Schöner Strand
Neulich Nacht
Sabine
Nazis im Haus
Arbeit muss sein bleibt
Opa
Kathedralen
Wir müssen Raus
Sonntag Morgen
Gestorben auf dem Weg zur Arbeit
Angela
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