BUBONIX
BUBONIX from Limburg are back.
Dynamic, fresh, and reflective. The appearance has certainly changed following the departure of Nenad Grbavac and Sara de Castro, but the idea and the music remain. The fresh start has been taken on with guitarist Sascha Bonnemann from Toxoplasma.
Old street dog wisdom: The best parties are always the ones you're not invited to. You don't have to worry about evening wear, besides a half-full, stale road beer there's nothing in your hands to bring along, you absolutely help yourself to the host's liquor shelf without hesitation, leaving as a surprise for the day after a line of medium streams in the toothbrush cup, and above all, you dance on all the tables as much as possible so that you always land headfirst in the wedding punch. The audience should remember this beautiful evening after all.
BUBONIX does this to look at the sketched wedding crasher procedure through the subculture scene 3D glasses with a bag of popcorn in hand, not having done it any differently for years. That band-turned-Voodoo ceremony of punk and hardcore led by singer and showcase wild boar Thorsten Polomski has always left the biggest impression at every party – and that’s despite (or especially because) they never really fit in anywhere.
Negative Approach, anyone? Did someone over there call Misfits? Do I hear a Black Flag? 7 Seconds, esteemed listeners? Darkest Hour? Minor Threat? Old Anthrax? Hammerhead? Or even swine rock influences of the kind Gluecifer, The Bronx, or Zeke?
Their last release "Through The Eyes," produced by Kurt Ebelhäuser and Michel Wern, impressively captures the live power of BUBONIX and modernizes the old-school walls, only to break them down again right after.
What Markus Klees, Sascha Bonneman, Oliver Kunz, Hermann Weier, and Thorsten Polomski are executing here – no: CELEBRATING! – is so damn compelling and good that it’s only logical that BUBONIX has found the perfect label home for the album with Alex from Pascow and Jürgen Schattner aka Kidnap Music/Rookie Records.
Lyrically, BUBONIX are people who have no problem getting their hands dirty and making their unwashed hands even dirtier. Punk, according to their own statement, doesn’t have to do anything at all, but it can do a whole lot. And the socio-political DIY gesture has always been: Clenched fists do not belong in pockets, and palaces, altars, and borders are torn down to have bricks to throw or raw materials to build meaningful houses for those who need help. Everything for everyone. Love for every human being. No matter the disposition. Except for Nazis, conservatives, and backward-looking traditionalists.
Welcome back, BUBONIX… oh no: FUCK LOVE, MAKE VIOLENCE TO ÄRSCHE!
(Ingo Donot)
Doors: 20:00 Uhr