One crappy cellphone picture per band, Superpunk, September 10th, Stadtsaal, Vienna
A walzerkönig premiere: A German band! Gasp! We’re starting to include more general music stuff happening in Vienna and Superpunk are a really great band from my former wahlheimat so they seem a perfect starting point for our internationalisation.
Superpunk played an FM4 Überraschungskonzert in the Stadtsaal, where we’ve never been before. It’s a theatre with proper seating and everything but we gave the seats up after a while because seat-dancing didn’t suffice to express our joy.
There was a lot of banter and a lot of remembering the good times and none of it seemed stiff or forced. I am generally not the biggest fan of banter because most people aren’t as charming as they think they are but Superpunk do it well. What also helped was that we, the audience got adressed with the formal “Sie”. (I like my distance, thank you very much.)
Because it was Their Last Concert Ever they played a best of. Ja, ich bereue alles; Matula, hau mich raus; Ein Bisschen Seele (A.’s favourite), Das Waren Mods (my favourite); In der Bibliothek; Man Kann Einen Ehrlichen Mann Nicht Auf Seine Knie Zwingen et cetera, et cetera. The audience’s highlight was Neue Zähne Für Mein Bruder Und Mich but my personal highlight was the keyboarder’s interlude.
I really wish you all that you have seen Superpunk in the past. If you haven’t, petition for a reunion.

One crappy cellphone picture per band, Superpunk, September 10th, Stadtsaal, Vienna

A walzerkönig premiere: A German band! Gasp! We’re starting to include more general music stuff happening in Vienna and Superpunk are a really great band from my former wahlheimat so they seem a perfect starting point for our internationalisation.

Superpunk played an FM4 Überraschungskonzert in the Stadtsaal, where we’ve never been before. It’s a theatre with proper seating and everything but we gave the seats up after a while because seat-dancing didn’t suffice to express our joy.

There was a lot of banter and a lot of remembering the good times and none of it seemed stiff or forced. I am generally not the biggest fan of banter because most people aren’t as charming as they think they are but Superpunk do it well. What also helped was that we, the audience got adressed with the formal “Sie”. (I like my distance, thank you very much.)

Because it was Their Last Concert Ever they played a best of. Ja, ich bereue alles; Matula, hau mich raus; Ein Bisschen Seele (A.’s favourite), Das Waren Mods (my favourite); In der Bibliothek; Man Kann Einen Ehrlichen Mann Nicht Auf Seine Knie Zwingen et cetera, et cetera. The audience’s highlight was Neue Zähne Für Mein Bruder Und Mich but my personal highlight was the keyboarder’s interlude.

I really wish you all that you have seen Superpunk in the past. If you haven’t, petition for a reunion.