Events

Man, guys… it’s not as easy as it used to be to get HNO to come to the castle for some casual shenanigans on Wednesdays. When he’s not teaching in Amsterdam, he’s snowboarding in Naples or soaking up the sun in the Alps. Or working on the merger. Or something like that.

A year with EISEN without Lasse and Jörkk is possible. But completely pointless. Without that golden moment. This time without the Prague Window-Throwing Incident. (As of now) Because of his back.

Humberto from KKT the other day: “Dead Fish at the Eisen on August 15. Are you guys up for it?” Me to Humberto: “Um… aren’t they like 8–12 levels too big for us? From what I’ve seen in the videos from Brazil? Do they know how small our venue is?” Humberto: “They know. They want to come anyway.” Me: “Entao… tudo bem.” Don’t you believe me? Then check it out for yourselves, for crying out loud: Easily TWO THOUSAND completely wild Brazilians in the pit and the band on a huge stage. Songs with 10 MILLION plays on Spotify. THAT’S their standard. And they’re coming to the EISEN. The SO36, where they’re playing the next day, has already sold a ton of tickets in advance. THIS. IS. GOING. TO. BE. WILD. Let’s show them that we can go wild, too! I’m counting on you—we and you… have earned ourselves a reputation in the wrong kind of circles. This place HAS to be packed.

If they had become better known on big stages, I’d be writing “The post-hardcore legends from Hanover” right now. You know what? I’m going to do it anyway: The post-hardcore legends from Hanover here at our post-legendary corner bar on Sielwall! Check them out and spot my hidden shout-outs to a band that played here in April.

Live: Heavy Fuzz Rock, California / Riot Grrrl Punk, Leipzig

Every now and then, when he’s not teaching in Amsterdam, HNO shows up at the EISEN in a outrageous costume with his bike under his arm, teases the audience in the most charming way possible, and plays bingo with us. For every drink you order, you get a bingo card. Every 20 minutes (or so), the bingo music signals the start of a new round. Some numbers are announced via a musical jingle that—surprise—includes a number. A few taunts at the audience later, someone shouts “BINGOOOO!”, comes up on stage, and receives a prize that’s pretty much completely pointless. Everyone else tears up their cards and throws them into the air with a collective, loud “ELECTROOOOO…. BINGO!!!”—much to the ever-growing delight of our janitor.

You wanted a second boat ride. You wanted to dance longer. We still have tickets. Tanja and I, at the controls, are already feeling that “disco FOMO” at the corner bar. Maybe this is the last time summer will feel like summer. Colorful everyday life? Gray everyday life? Choose wisely.

(Incredibly likable singer-songwriter punk from Essen)

Even if you add up their ages, they're still younger than me, and they sound the way Mando Diao would love to sound. I'll skip the "next big thing" nonsense, but next time they'll probably be playing at the Schlachthof.