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The Twang

A Guide To Modern Country Living is, the new album by The Twang. On Saturday presented the Brunswick Country and Western cultural formation in their CD Brunsviga. Only five hundred yards from the club stalked on their first hat wearer - apparently seldom worn - about cowboy boots, before the entrance there was a scrum as the cattle drive to Abilene.
It is the fourth album of country and western band, recorded in such adventurous places like Houston and Austin, Texas. got the final touch it in the legendary, through financial difficulties of the record company EMI is now threatened by the sale, London's Abbey Road Studios. As a combo comes from the region to such an international Production? "We are not financially dependent on the music," explains singer Hank Twang, "so we pay no fees from us, but we prefer to meet those musical dreams." To preserve this independence, the sextet has his career on the conscious level semi- Professional frozen ". We had two offers from big major record companies that we have rejected" How much success with the "Countryfizieren" is more popular songs can have chart-topping such as the Hamburger Texas Lightening, on with comedy star Olli Dittrich drums, Boss Hoss or shown in Berlin. Hank sees it calmly: "We were the first to make something like that have, and how I see it, we will also be the last "
could come quite so, because of mistaken ideas for adaptations, such as zines on the new CD, there is no shortage at The Twang: Kim Wilde." Kids in America "They present themselves as Western Swing, like him people like Wayne" The Train "Hancock play today, the Dire Straits Schmonzette" Brothers in Arms "as a driving rockabilly. The original idea of "A Whiter Shade Of Pale" by Procol Harum combine with Ennio Morricone's theme from the Jill-Once Upon a Time in the West soundtrack or the truck version of the song "Rehab". Even if Hank Twang the ironic self-portrait of the scandal and drug noodle Amy Winehouse Berti Vogts and his charm does not want to lose weight so well. Sometimes such rampant eclecticism also lead to misunderstandings. So had The Twang for their version of "I kissed A Girl" singer Katy Perry the lap steel guitarist Herb Remington in the studio. Stutzig made the Texans the text line, "I kissed a Girl and I liked it, I hope my boyfriend do not mind it." "Which of you guys wrote this song?" Said the 82-year-old stunned.
Getrost be described as failures to "Breaking The Law", the powerful Evergreen Judas Priest, and Monster Magnet's Powerhit "Space Lord" and Ralph Siegel Ballermann-Smasher "Genghis Khan". The Twang are strongest when it is corny. Genial Terry Jacks' tearjerker "Seasons In The Sun" in waltz time, or lacrimal gland stimulant Lionoel Richie's "Hello" based on "Wish You Were Here" by Pink Floyd. Even the right to touch Brunswick, with "Heroes" by David Bowie.
Back Concert: First, Johnny Falstaff made people hot. With the instrumental division of The Twang in the back of the pulled-and-bred Texan from a straw hat and bushy beard a rockabilly show first cabin. Highlights: a high-speed version of Hank Williams Junior's "Big Mamou, "at the end of Falstaff's violin bow hung only in sad shreds; killer.
After that fireworks had it the home side in their Western suits, from cowboy shipping Sheplers, not as easy. Making matters worse was the public, primarily in the more sedate age, rather than Astor Tom Hank Williams III. Evil eye reaped who went to get beer in between times, though not in the room there was just tight. "Have you then soon," warned an approximately five feet two large men in suits, who had just been placed precisely in view - just - me and my friends. Conversations during the music in rock clubs these days appears to have reflected the label, as well as Smoking on open-air concerts. Nevertheless, The Twang did not give up and after an hour later than they had the crowd under control. Enthusiasm and good song choices are just no substitute.

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Comrade Erich Guido

About Guido Westerwelle is currently so much the mouth torn. And in fact, his comments come a denunciation of social peace in the Federal Republic of fairly close. "What's wrong with the, is about gewordent crazy?" some might call while frantically running in circles. Other, abgeklärtere contemporaries suspect while they slowly drag on their cigarettes, that erupted from Westerwelle debate is just a cleverly placed harassing fire to distract the purpose of the policy failures of the current administration. True heartless he is there to Guido. What love him the most heartless of the usually already heartless Germans presumably with all my heart uh. But whether a fan or critic, they all are wrong. Than as an intimate knowledge of Guido Westerwelle's mental world and its secret political past life, I know that appearances are deceiving. Guido is not a heartless man, he is filled with the most humane quest that you can imagine. Guido is not a social-chauvinist, not a reactionary, and certainly not a Nazi. No, Guido is a real, a dyed in the wool Communist.

"How?" they will ask me in amazement. Well, perhaps that is not easy. Also I would hardly come out if I did not know him. If I had met him at that time at a party in a squat in Kreuzberg. Everyone called him then just "puke" and with Spikes on the leather jacket and the safety pin in the nose, it looked almost a bit dangerous out. But who had once spoken to him, knew that he was a very dear. We discussed a lot back then, smoking hash and at night we sneaked around the block to light luxurious limousines. He had a theory as to let go of him. In his opinion, the decisive factor for the failure of the revolution was the embrace of the welfare state working class by the state. This prevents the impoverishment of the proletariat and thus the need for revolution intensification of the contradiction between capital and labor. He binds it to the nation, thus separating from the world proletariat, it could become a national working class, a mere Manovriermasse for the political and economic elites. Of course, the worst evil of capitalism alleviate the welfare state, but at the price that the redemption of the greatest promise of our time, the classless society, that communism inevitable. From this embrace the proletariat must break free, it was the only option, so his conviction. Me and my buddies, we could still live comfortably on state dough, we agreed at that time not really with him on this issue. Sometimes we argued normal. Then he was seen less and less slowly, until it eventually no longer occupied the house appeared. I discovered him years later again. On TV. He looked different, but the distinctive profile of betraying him. I made my buddies, the few who were still in the scene's attention. They thought he had betrayed our cause. Plus, the thing is done. I must admit I thought at first too. But I got the time I realized: He has not betrayed our cause, who is now really serious about our cause.

As Danton, he may have said to himself and his followers, "Let us be terrible so that the people there need not be." His tactic is basically simple: a cross-front with the social envy of small and medium-citizens to be the work of generating their own abolition, the workers displaced from its welfare-state to tear sedation. Class struggle from above, so that the class struggle from below, finally, finally excited. Thus, the whole rotten proles finally have no choice more than to walk on the grass and the flower of the bourgeoisie to trample. Observant contemporaries would have actually noticed that Westerwelle all the time Lenin paraphrased "He that will not work, neither should he eat". And he endures without contact disgrace. So unselfish he is, he should be made after the revolution against the wall, He will be crying with happiness and think "Finally! FINALLY!". Comrade Möllemann had not so much endurance. After his plan to dubious with his project 18 and its Statements on the Middle East conflict to remember the historic alliance between liberalism and anti-Semitism and fascism went wrong, he committed suicide. The pressures of his double role, he did not stand. Now Comrade Guido is alone. Day he rails against the most vulnerable, at night he cries himself to sleep sometimes. He would like to reveal himself, but he can not. Not yet. History will know how to appreciate his sacrifice.

"puke" in an Autonomous Assembly in Berlin 1983rd