Beaten senseless at Stadsparkens fritidsgård.

Like every other time when we´ve had an upcoming show Mange was on the virge of a nervous breakdown even before we had packed the gear up. To make everything better he hadn´t eaten for a while and was running low on bloodsugar. This made him extremely touchy so me and Sverker did our best to piss him off of course.
Loading up the van with our stuff he almost threw a fit then and there. Muahaha! Good times for me and Sverker...

Well, back on the topic at hand: the show. When we arrived like the rockstars we aren´t in our oversized A-team van we started to unload and was faced with the first (and surprisingly only) real obstacle of the evening. Our warm up act didn´t want to use my drums since apparently "it isn´t punk to play with double kicks and five toms" (goddamn sissies).
My first thought was to simply take the guy outside and "convince" him that real men play big drums so that I wouldn´t have to put up the drums, take them down and then put them up once again.
I changed my mind when I remembered that I too was once a stupid brat who payed unresonably much attention to upholding my image and look cool instead of paying attention to the really important stuff like actually sounding good and shit...
Surprisingly enough it was punk to play with a wall of cabs since they gladly borrowed the rest of our backline. Hahaha!
When I had calmed down and we had gotten through our soundcheck we took a well needed break to gather strength before the Mayhem.
After listening to our support act we put our stuff up, cursed about levels that had been changed without our knowledge and then unleashed hell on the unknowing audience with a completely new and very hugable tune called Buried alive. After sorting some shit with the on stage sound (in other words: accepting the fact that we couldn´t hear eachother no matter what we did, just the way it should be) we picked up a good pace and blasted out tune after tune without any real mistakes, great to have "one of those shows" once in a while...
This show was a kind of sneak preview of our soon to be recorded material so we played a bunch of previously unreleased material that we have written for an upcoming mcd to see how people would like them. Even if the music isn´t the best thing since Elvis at least we have come up with some politically correct titles like Glorification of violence, Beaten senseless and Carnage divine that are bound to make someones parents throw a fit.
From what we could tell (and to our great surprise) the kids loved every bit of them. Now let´s see how many of them actually pay money for it instead of downloading it from the retardnet...
We mixed up the newer material with some oldies goodies too and surprisingly enough the crowd wanted more after we finished off the set. We kindly declined since after nineteen grind tunes with an average length of two minutes all you can think of is euthanasia. Nice to see kids moshing though, I wish we could have played longer.
All in all this was a great night that we´ll remember for a long time to come...

The ones worth mentioning:
Mia for fixing the gig, Viktor and G-son for helping out and doing the best advertising seen in this town, Erik for helping out with finding a support act and making posters, Long way Relative for playing despite the short notice and last but not least all of you who came and enjoyed our brand of noise. You guys and gals own this town, and don´t you forget it!!!