HGich.T Live + Acid Aftershow - Lenovobeach - Tour
The AI has failed!
The crazy plan to let the AI do all the work this time has failed. In the end, HGich.T had to do it themselves. Luckily! "Lenovobeach," the eighth studio album of the Hamburg music collective, sounds like the tender embrace of a drugged mother.
"Yes, boss. Thank you for everything," it says in the opener of "Lenovobeach," and that's almost all that needs to be said. The idea to let ChatGPT do all the text and sound work this season for a change, gradually replacing the entire band with avatars (hint: work-life balance) was well-intentioned, but in the end, DJ Hundefriedhof, Tutenchamun, Dr. Geilser, Nora Hardstyle, Katze Cozy, DJ Balmi, the beautiful Maike, Fosserill, 12Fingermann, Professor Suspect, Opa16, and the rest of the cute gang preferred to take matters into their own hands to ensure that even 14 years after the release of the mega-hit "Hauptschuhle," the hammer still smashes like twenty Buzkashi whips. Mission: completed.
"What the AI spat out sounded polished, calculated, and de-aestheticized; we might as well have asked Maik Forster, or whatever his name is," Dr. Geilser concludes wearily. "For decades, we have deliberately formed a small exotic island beyond filters, self-optimization hysteria, and perfectionism of the 21st century." And it should stay that way. "Lenovobeach" was produced with great love in seven magical nights in a Portuguese beach cave and entices with life-affirming rave anthems ("Geistig am Start," "Teddy lebt 2"), disturbing cuddle hits ("Merci Cherie"), and socially critical bangers ("Saufe").
Robust and timeless like an old Lenovo, the keyboard ballad "Die schwarze Gitarre" comes in a swaying Graf Zahl style. The lyrics come from an old diary of Dr. Geilser.
The highlight of the new record is a hymn to an important everyday object: the "Adapter," which not only radio stations drool over but also inspired "Die Gebrüder Brett" to a fat remix.
Listening tip: "Geistig am Start" hypnotizes with sweet operatic singing (Nora Hardstyle), Portuguese chants, and disturbingly melodic Pied Piper-of-Hamelin vibes, served on a solid Hundefriedhof board that is unparalleled. Message: "We are the underdogs, we are the Mayday, we dance in the Matrix, mentally ready to go." So the summer hit for 2024 should be set.
On the keyboard and mic (including "Adapter"), a lost son shines: Fosserill is back! For years, the quirky second choice of the great Vhagvam Swami was lost in Bearland, occasionally working as his prompter. Now "Fossi-Bär" gets to step out of the shadow of the grandmaster, who is currently enjoying his maternity leave. "The ones at HGich.T always had cheesy feet. But now it's better. So I'm back. And it totally rocks," says Fosserill via ICQ.
Even Tutenchamun is growing with his tasks: "After twenty years, I can finally recite Hauptschuhle by heart," exclaims the lovably spaced-out frontman. Chapeau!
Press summary so far: "Goa, neon, and a strong dose of trash (...) HGich.T - the loose bunch of performance artists, musicians, and freaks - celebrate life, love, and maybe even art (...) and tinkle in trashy attire on the booming keyboard of bad taste," recently jubilated the Saarbrücker Zeitung after a concert.
Doors open: 8 PM.