Black Jerks Invade Haberfelde, and in Hardcore Punk Style, Mock Intimidators
If you haven’t seen the Black Jerks, then you probably took too long of a smoke break before their brief roman candle-esque punk thrashing set. It’s fast and it’ll take your head off there’s so much energy in such a short span of time.
I stood too close as the set began. Why do I know this? I had to dive out of the way because the lead singer kept body slamming me like I was some kind of orphaned mosh child. None to worry. I jumped behind the band—they were in full defiance and had their backs to the punk crowd anyway. This was better for some quick pics of their anger. And let me tell you these guys were pissed off as there was a sure buzz on the street last night with what went down because of Jerry’s Pizza’s intimidation over the cool cats of Gigantic. At one point during the show every punk in the crowd screamed mockingly, “Hail Nate Burg! Hail Nate Burg!” It was as if this wasn’t a punk concert at all. It was more like an underground festival of rebellious arts performed at a Parisian café during the Nazi occupation of World War Two. You know what the Parisians used to say even when the Nazi’s were in their midst don’t you? “Germans? What Germans?” If that didn’t piss off the bad guys.
The show itself was on the tiled entryway just outside of Angelina’s café, which is also just outside of Going Underground Records. That was my first trip inside. I met store owner Ronald (drummer for the Black Jerks) his girlfriend (she always knows how little cash is in my bank account. Beg her to tell you how broke I am. I dare you.)
I also met Matthew Riot (Black Jerks guitarist) inside the record store. This dude is way cool and is partly responsible for me getting ‘flaky’ accusations as well as the number one rating on ratemyprofessor.com, a chilepepper! Gotta love this guy. Go see the Black Jerks. If anything, they will fire you up!
I stood too close as the set began. Why do I know this? I had to dive out of the way because the lead singer kept body slamming me like I was some kind of orphaned mosh child. None to worry. I jumped behind the band—they were in full defiance and had their backs to the punk crowd anyway. This was better for some quick pics of their anger. And let me tell you these guys were pissed off as there was a sure buzz on the street last night with what went down because of Jerry’s Pizza’s intimidation over the cool cats of Gigantic. At one point during the show every punk in the crowd screamed mockingly, “Hail Nate Burg! Hail Nate Burg!” It was as if this wasn’t a punk concert at all. It was more like an underground festival of rebellious arts performed at a Parisian café during the Nazi occupation of World War Two. You know what the Parisians used to say even when the Nazi’s were in their midst don’t you? “Germans? What Germans?” If that didn’t piss off the bad guys.
The show itself was on the tiled entryway just outside of Angelina’s café, which is also just outside of Going Underground Records. That was my first trip inside. I met store owner Ronald (drummer for the Black Jerks) his girlfriend (she always knows how little cash is in my bank account. Beg her to tell you how broke I am. I dare you.)
I also met Matthew Riot (Black Jerks guitarist) inside the record store. This dude is way cool and is partly responsible for me getting ‘flaky’ accusations as well as the number one rating on ratemyprofessor.com, a chilepepper! Gotta love this guy. Go see the Black Jerks. If anything, they will fire you up!
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