FWH FEST + KICKBACK

being part of the FWH-family is great. even greater was the 2009 edition of the FWH-festival, held in Essen. we met some good friends and made some new ones, too. thx to Rico and the whole staff for being super nice, once again.
there was one major disturbance, though. we really don't know why, but are the people that go to shows so fucked in the head, that they need one hundred square meters to bust their moves in the pit while the rest of the audience watches the bands from the hall? and why do we forget all about the classic acts like 100 DEMONS or HATEBREED etc. those acts have been covered that day - no reaction whatsoever?!
when we got involved in the hardcore scene fifteen years ago, we checked the roots. and we tried to give credit where it's due. today it seems, that the scene lacks a good amount of subtantiality. no offense here, but what is such a fest all about, when we witness some kids go from DJ BOBO straight to DJ TOMEKK and then to some crappy and overly hyped hardcore acts. but everything fits perfectly together, as long as you can still wear your new era cap, right???

we as a band do not believe in the scene as it shows its sedated face on every other event, nowadays. we are fed of brainless fashionistas at a (btw. really nice) D-MONEY gig, who only care for their vans and their lumberjack shirts. we are fed of stupid assholes and their clichés at a random bollo-showcase, too. all we see is images. but where is the real anger, the real and honest enthusiasm? sometimes it looks like we forgot about the things, this scene used to be so great for. don't be a whimp and do your spinkicks approx. 25 meters away from the stage during a PLATOON set. go upfront and be true to yourself. you like it, then show it. you don't like it, leave the scene and stop pretending.

yes, this statement could be understood as a wake up call. it could also be understood as a lame proof, that we are a bunch of aging and never to be satisfied coots. we don't care. the truth is - we are in this for the real deal. no images, no shit. if you can't be bothered to check the story behind this scene, if you are too fucked in the head, that you can't see why it is crucial to stay true to yourself and the scene, then please... be kind and leave us alone (and by us we mean all our good friends, that keep us being involved in HC 2009). we rather stand alone, than being a part of a movement, that neither knows where it comes from, nor where it is heading.

and yes. for all of you spinkicking faggots. if you really want to be tough and all that shit. come to duisburg on june 13th and watch some even older coots than us being fucking REAL!