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We are very proud to announce that we finally will spread the blood, glitter and darkness of Deathstars in North America. After conquering Europé it is time to cross the Atlantic Ocean, and the band will see to it that the fuel ignites for the upcoming blitzkrieg in the land of freedom. Deathstars have found a worthy partner in crime in Bieler Bros Records, and together we will see to that the band will enter the american market in an aggressive but stylish way.
http://www.bielerbros.com
"Night Electric Night" will be in North American stores on May 19th with tourdates soon to follow.
The Ruh Area in Germany is a mighty place of industry and pollution. Stuff like that touches us emotionally and makes us relaxed. Here in Bochum, where we today play at the Matrix, they do for example have two Opel-factories, and some well-informed people claim that the fictive agent James Bond, was born here (as an orphon before he was shipped to Great Britain). James we can identify with, but we can’t say that we have too much in common with Opel, yet though we respect the steel industry and we like german vehicles. Earlier Nightmare was going on about german tanks ”Panzer” and was trying to find out from the local crew if there ever was a tank factory in the area and if there’s any way of visiting it or better yet if they have a wholesale market where he could buy a new one. Panzer schnell!!! He always walks around with a grin on his face when we are in Germany, asking for stielhandgranaten und panzer. A few years ago it was all over the place but these days it’s harder to find. We hope that one day he will find it. He is our own little panzergeneral.
Whip was feeling sick from an instant flue after the show yesterday and has been lying silent looking into the roof of his bunk all night, trying to sleep, but which was kind of hopelesss since Rikard and Roland from Sonic Syndicate were dead-drunk and screaming all over the place. They had a good time though, which we appreciate. Cat was everywhere and then passed out.. Nightmare was partying like hell and hung out with the fans. Bone was kind of heavily ethereal and sneaked into the bus like a tiny mouse in the early morning hours. Today we are just hanging out in the venue, listening to music, checking emails etc. But there is a rumour about a big party after the gig today. We will see what happens.
Our old friend and fan Hiltrud, which is 50 years old, came also today to the show, with whiskey, cigarettes, fine wine, salmon and cake for Cat. This is her ninth show on this tour, alltogether she has seen around 30 shows the last three years. Hiltrud is a Beast of Deathglam, and brings her whole family as often as she can. She is magic! Like a mother for the band.
What the members are doing right now:
• Nightmare is checking out new studio-equipment somewhwe, no one has seen him for a while.
• Skinny is eating. Again. His stomach got a shock.
• Cat is close to naked and drinking red wine, thinking that rosso means rosé, and is bragging about how to drink it.
• Whip is expecting some old friend of his and is planning to do a Deathstars ”Heavy Metal Parkinglot” with Skinny in the upcoming days.
• Bone is hanging out with Hiltrud, sipping Ballantines.
Today the boys woke up in a terrible haze of lost innocense, like transparant ghosts with cracked smiles on their faces.. Carro – Sonic Syndicate’s merchgirl, had her birthday, and it gave our livers and kidneys an alibi and chance to do some extra workout, which is good for us to manage this upcoming year of touring. Last ones went to bed at 7.30 this morning. In a good mood. It was some night. A Night Electric Night. Sonic Syndicate is starting to get polluted by the virus that you call Deathstars.
Enschede was a magic venue, incredible crew and good looking people. Thanks for a great night! Hope to be back there soon.
Well, finally we are in Vosselar. A little happy quiet society in Belgium, which may not appear to be a magic and extraordinary community at first sight, but if you give everything a chance – someone or something will reach you the hand to ligt you up, and you will learn and grow as person. Conflicts are good for you. And important. You learn from them. Think positive about subjects that may be frightening for you, that may be rewarding in the end. It may be closer to you than you might think at first sight. We have been here four times before and it is a kind of confusing place. (Think Deliverance. And banjos.) But we take the mental challenge to heart of our loins, and our wombs are pleased to give birth to this new child: Deathstars + Vosselar ¬¬± Understanding.
Whip, Bone and Skinny was discussing, and they came to the conclusion that Vosselar is the only area that actually has taken mankind’s evolution further. People here has developed and evolved into a more interesting breed and this is the place that we actually feel that we can be ourselves. Vosselar may be a small place for man, but it is a huge step for mankind. The monkey – man – Vosselar. People here don’t care about plastic surgery, success and money, they are beyond that point. They have got the – for us mortals - insight of hanging out in the bar, with their kids, is the most heartful thing to do. Just talking and smoking and be silent is the new black. Forget fashion. They are lightyears from the cheap tricks of Gucci, supermodels and Deathglam; they simply concentrate on desperation, human depravity and antielite mental approaching to their existence. We love this place. Inspiring for the next album. Maybe it should be called ”Vosselarized”.
As usual we went across the street from the venue, Biebob, to the local bar. In the beginning of our relationship with the local people we were watching them from a distance, kind of a curious kid we were sneaking around the corners of the little village, in silence watching the interesting and sombre breed of Vosselar.
Well, today something changed. Skinny, Bone and Whip sat down in the standard bar and got immediately involved with the local people. From being a kid just watching these people from a distance we now started to be a part of the family. Whip was inside the bar with the motherly bartender mixing drinks and got kisses, Skinny played fußball with the guys, who bought the deadboys beers and eventually we all got together like the happy family. We now feel that are as close to us as our own (see pic).
We have closed a chapter in the evolution of Deathstars, we have finally united with the people of Vosselar. Today the whole pub is on the guestlist, together with some Hell’s Angels. We recommend everyone – if you thinking about vacation, don’t think New York, don’t think Dubai, don’t think Capri, think Vosselar. An exotic place for every modern man and woman.
What the members are doing right:
• Skinny haven’t eaten all day just to see what happens if he only drinks beer.
• Whiplasher is standing in the middle of the street with a Geiger meter looking to find a positive result for radiation.
• Nightmare is really confused looking at his cigarette pack which says that smoking ages your skinny.
• Cat has found a new inspiriation for his future profession as a psychologist, he claims that people here is smarter than anywhere else… closer to dolphins.
• Bone is superhappy because of finding people of his interest that he can communicate with properly.
Cat woke up this morning really bored and sat down outside the tourbus with Robin from Sonic Syndicate, who was smoking a cigarette and reading porn. Suddenly he sees a Dutch man, wearing a coat and carrying a watch, run past, lamenting running late. He follows him down the street trying to make contact without any luck. The dutch man is running in through a door that leads to what looks like a café. Cat follows but stumbles on the threshold and everything seems to happen in slow motion. In the corner of his eye he could see a room filled with curious objects. He lands in a long hallway lined with locked doors. He finds a little key sitting on a glass table. Behind a curtain on the wall he finds a tiny door that opens with the key and leads into a beautiful garden. The door however is too small for Cat to fit through. Looking back at the table he sees a bottle labeled "DRINK ME" that was not there before. He drinks and it causes him to shrink to a size small enough to fit through the door. Unfortunately Cat has left the key high above on the table. He finds a box under the table in which there is a cake with the words "EAT ME" on it. He eats it, thinking that if it makes him smaller he can creep under the door and if it makes him larger he can get the key.
The cake makes Cat grow so tall that his head hits the ceiling. Getting frustrated, he cries. His tears flood the hallway. The Dutch guy runs by and is so frightened by Cat that he drops the gloves and fan he is holding. He fans himself with the fan and starts to wonder if he is still the same person that he was before. The fan causes him to shrink again. Cat swims through his own tears and meets a mouse, who is swimming as well. He tries to make small talk with him but all he can think of talking about is himself and that his name is Cat, which offends the mouse. The pool becomes crowded with other animals and birds that have been swept away. They all swim to shore.
Luckily the rest of the band finds Cat passed out on the street two hours before soundcheck and helps him to get to the bus.
After a short nap Cat walks into the venue for soundcheck talking about a lizard named Bill and the Queen of Hearts, the band looks confused and starts jamming on Decide's Carnage in the Temple of the Damned.
Today is Orac's birthday so after soundcheck everybody sat down together for some birthday cake. Cat looks very determined as he eats almost 4 pieces of the cake.
What the members is doing right now:
* Bone is still pissed for breaking his favorite cymbal yesterday.
* Nightmare is looking for a scanner, apparently he has some top secret documents he has to send to Florida.
* Whiplasher is no where to be found. He was last seen in the laundry room and we fear he disappeared in the dryer together with Cat's pink underwear.
* Cat is trying to convince Robin from SS to have his piece of the cake.
* Skinny is practicing disco moves in front of the full body mirror for tonight's show.
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Amsterdamned oh Amsterdamned
Damned with dirty hands in the Netherlands
Well, unfortunately we are not in Amsterdam, but we are for sure in the Netherlands, the region of tulips and triple X-fingertips. A happy country today, since it’s pleased to kiss the soft lips of the boys of Deathglam. This city is Dordrecht. (Not to be confused by Undressed.) And the seagulls of the local rivers make the members feel calm since some of them is from a little fishing village called Electric City, and they are pretty much grown up with seagulls on their shoulders. Deathstars enjoy animals. You guys take care of them. Like eskimos take care of seals..
Anyway, this tour is from now on called the ”X-ray Tour”. Why? Well, we learn to see under the skin of the band. What we got to know from from the bonestructure of this dysfunctional constellation today:
Deathstars do not trust anyone – just like Steven Seagal. Well, that we already knew but lets explain it further: We don’t trust our recordlabels, we don’t trust our management, we don’t trust our publishing companies or booking agencies, but most important of all – we don’t trust ourselves. N.O.T. A.T. A.L.L.
This is the reason why: We are our own biggest fear. You call it Deathstars – we call it Judas. Yesterday our busdriver Scott was changing our bedclothes. Cat was discovered with ten pairs of Whip’s socks and the singer’s friend ”Günther” (his pet - a little lively desertmouse, which he thought was roadkilled days ago) in his bed (How can a cat want a live rat in his bed?), while Whip was discovered with private sensual poems, that Cat has written for his girlchild, in his bunk, plus Cat’s Burton snowboard (!). Bone had appearantly taken three Lois Vuitton t-shirts and a pair of KISS-action figures, which belong to Nightmare, while the lead guitarist had Bone’s stock of lubricans for the loins and a well hidden pair of limited Boris Becker Adidas-shorts which Bone got from a tennis-legend ferry in Dresden 2005. Skinny was almost killed because he had stolen three pair of underwear (used) from ”Anthony the Tourmanager”, but his health was spared since Anthony discovered that Skinny also had a little post-it paper where he had painted himself and Anthony riding a shiny golden winged horse soaring high in the nightskies above Paris. (A romantic pic that was kind of disturbing for the rest of the band and made them uncomfortable.) Anthony thought it was so emotionally touching that he gave Skinny a hug, and then let him keep the dirty underwear. Deathstars is a sneaky little mötley crüe of nasty secrets and the gang is of course very unreliable. Let’s put it simple – they are assholes, but they like it.
Having that said – which we assume that all of you know – the band is strolling around on Benelux-soil with their heads high and feeling sporty, neat and cocky. They are comftorble in the roles as horrorish exibitionistic musicians and they are the first ones to say that the gig yesterday in Luxembourg was an excellent experience of desperation, eroticism and crowleyesque drama. They are pleased about everything; The venue, Rockhal, in that city is the only place which they’ve discovered so far, is having - for them – a terrific sound. On stage at least. Nightmare was actually questioning the manager of the venue for a long time about prices for monitors/wedges and it didn’t take long until he had ordered new equpiment behind the back of his friends - on the band’s account – for 57 000€, to the other guys silent but frightened faces.
Cat is the new one who has started to change a bit, but in a kind of good way we must say. (Bone is still weird, by the way…) While in Paris, Cat went out and got a some novice book about psychology. He sat silent and read for eight hours and then, next to the daily papersheet-schedule, he appearantly had posted his own agenda… How about this: Cat believes he’s a psychologist (!!!), Next to that daily productioninfo about soundcheck, interviews , gigtimes etcetera that is taped on the wall in the bus, is now his note about which guys in the band that has an appointement with him in the upper backlounge of Dante (the tourbus), and which time they must come to see him. Ehh… The guitarist thinks that he is a shrink! Well, the members are seriously unstable, so they really can’t say that they are displeased about this since they need to get some heavy things off their chests, but it is still very fucked up. Cat is having scheduled appointments with the dudes from his own band, talking through their mental issues, childhood and current emotional data. Hmm… Whip has so far appointments with doctor Cat every second hour. How about that.
Paris was as always a ride. Tourism combined with darkness is an excellent formula for us happy campers from Scandinavia. Today is more relaxing though. We are at our favourite-venue in Luxembourg where we get treated like the kings (or kids) we are. We’ve been hanging out in our backstage area all day and building up an occasional SPA, hired some female staff that takes good care of us and our aching bodies, make-up-stressed skin and the overall health.
We like Luxembourg – or Deluxembourg a lot.
This venue is fresh and cool, only top notch gear all around. We like that. High quality darkness will be delivered tonight. Kiss, Manson and numerous others have played in these halls before and of course DEATHSTARS have also been here earlier. Ice cold flamboyant drinks are being passed around the dressing rooms, and perfectly chilled cocktails are always a hit for the de-hydrated bodies of the band members.
What the members are doing right now:
Cat is drinking Vin d’ Alsace and playing the rather pointless game of ”guess the guitar pick colour” with our backliner Kaju, you have to feel without seeing a guitar pick and say what colour it is.
Nightmare is enjoying perfectly chilled beer while being worried about his White Les Paul Supreme, which suddenly decided to stop working, at all. Guitar shop next for fucks sake!
Bone is drinking Chateu Petrus while bragging to people around how fast he and Whip emptied that bottle of Vodka last night. Cat is claiming that he’s only been drunk a couple of times on this tour even though the truth is that hes been super drunk almost every night, Cat Style al dente. Bone suddenly leaves the conversation to try to convince his girlfriend to strip on the webcam. A subject more interesting to him.
Skinny is lying on the couch with a beer, trying to find the energy to start up his party enigine. After all, beer might not be the right fuel for him today… but he will probably go for the Vodka bottle soon enough to get the mood up before the show.
Whip is enjoying Chateau de Seguin, gorgonzola and parmesan cheese, while discussing the status of the Emperor Penguins increase in numbers with the guys from Sonic Syndicate, who look really confused about this topic, and desperately tries to get him on another track.
Skinny just jumped up from the coach, mumbling something rapidly and unfocused about ”I have to get the iPig started…” Ahhh… Here we go. Talk tomorrow, boys and girls. We have a show to do. Sleep tight.
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Our sworn enemy, Dante was in a really good mood yesterday when we woke up among his french friends at a busparking in the outskirts of Paris. They were having croissants and coffee for breakfast while he was bragging to the other busses how he's been doing everything to torment us throughout this tour.
Whiplasher and Nightmare was still in their bunks when the rest of the gang went out to grab some afternoon breakfast at the nearest steakhouse. Our soundman Mike sat the standard immediately with ordering a Pina Colada. He and Whip had been up "quite" early this morning cleaning the bus and drinking Jack & Coke so Mike was in a happy mood. Not only because he was under the influence of alcohol but also because he was expecting his girlfriend later during the night.
After the meal Skinny, Cat, Mike, Orac and Robin headed for the city and of course the Eiffel Tower where they by coincidence found Whiplasher sleeping on a bench with a baguette suitably placed under his arm. How wonderfully Paris affects the boys.
This morning everyone had to get out of the bus as soon as we reached the venue. Drop offs are not very much appreciated among rockbands since you have to make sure you bring your stage-clothes, clean underwear, computers and sextoys before the bus leaves for a parking on the other side of town. And this is not an easy task for rock musicians who only thinks about their daily needs.
We're playing at La Locomotive tonight, it's a really cool and historical venue. We've all been here before and we feel very much like home this close to Moulin Rouge, since they have a thing for boas as well.
Cat, Nightmare and Devilina went to see the catacombs today. Actually, we're all really annoyed with Cats nagging about these underground tunnels filled with dead people so we sent him away under supervision of daddy Nightmare just to make him stop.
Bone, Whip and Karin from SS have walked around the quarters of Pigalle and Montmartre, playing musette and eating garlic, before saying hi to Hammerfall which plays with Bullet and Sabaton further down on the same street.
Many thoughts is popping up a day like this in Paris:
What exactly happened that night when Whiplasher fell asleep in a gaybar here in Paris?
What are our friends in The Old Dead Tree are up to these days?
Do french people learn in school to point the wrong way if you're asking for directions in english?
Why is the Ferris Wheel called "Pariserhjul" in swedish when we can't find one anywhere around?
What the members are doing right now:
* Skinny is le voyeur and is googling for the Amazon penis-fish.
* Night is le provocateur and is sightseeing..
* Cat is le saboteur and is sightseeing.
* Bone is le friseur and is showering.
* Whip is le connaisseur and is at a stripbar.
- Pre Paris – Bergara/Sala Jam – Post Alicante -
Hola! Firstly we would like to say thank you to the very cool crowd in Alicante, and especially to our close friend Monica Hernandez from Barcelona, who is a dedicated member of the sensual movement of the band. You guys are the best!!! Stay attractive.
It was a kind of a punk-gig for sure since the venue was very very small, almost like a rehearsal room, but how interesting punk-gigs can be. Alicante was something that in the beginning looked like a catastrophe, but in the end was cool. For sure nothing we will forget.
Today we arrived in Bergara. It is a rainy destination in the towering north of the country. Third time we play at Sala Jam, we like it here and we have some weird memories from this area. Very weird, but all good!
Tomorrow we have a day off so it may be problems to post a blog since each member has to deal with different private stuff and probably won’t get online, but who knows..?
What the members will do in Paris on their day off:
• Bone and Whip will go to the Louvre, and have afternoon-coffee at Montmartre before going to La Maire for some drinks.
• Cat is going to a circus, and then has an appointment at a model agency at Champs Elysée, then meet up with Bone and Whip.
• Skinny will meet up with his sister who lives in Paris, buy really expensive cheese and caviar, and then go to some celeb-restaurant no one can spell.
• Night and Devilina will go to the Eifel Tower to meet up with a friend of them who is a professional wizard. (He has told them that he can jump from the second level and land on his feet without getting hurt, interesting… Especially since he just got out from that mental institution) Then they will spend their night inside of Paris Hilton. What a beautiful sight…
It is in the air tonight that Skinny and his iPig will do a come-back for a tremendous minidisco in the backstage-area. The iPig has been on vacation for days but today it has to please the hungry kids of darkness again. The iPig is presumably happy about that. And so is Skinny. He has been spotted running on the black rainy evening streets outside the venue with a white pig under his arms, so who knows what will happen tonight? But one thing is for sure – that pig will go warm and the backstage will smell of bacon and sleazy rock.
Bone is changing from just hating everything (as we are used to) into a child. He is regressing to the level of a 5 year old. Yesterday he bought LEGO (the new airport) for 200€. He gets up 6 in the morning, and starts talking to himself, building toys out of empty cans and pencils in the bus and can not communicate on a proper level with the people he is working with. The band is a bit scared, and we have to deal with this eventually. He has his ups and downs. He is simply two different persons, or to be clear– one person and one kid. Interesting…
It will anyhow be great to have a day off in Paris. It is an amazing place for the stylish boys of Deathstars. We like to take the oppurtunity to thank the crowd of Spain. It has been magnificent. See you soon again! And continue to take care of your bulls.
What the members are doing right now:
- Night is writing music and drinks a Sex on the Beach and is mentally preparing himself to enter the role as le producteur in France.
- Cat is discussing recepies on wild animals on the brink of extinction with his girlfriend.
- Skinny is pleased of his excellent and posh style tonight. And he seems enigmatic, energetic and mysterious. We haven’t figured him out today.
- Whip just woke up in time for soundcheck (19.30!).
- Bone is playing following John with John from Sonic Syndicate. It basically means that he is following John around – EVERYWHERE! – and is mimicking his every move. He will probably soon go down…
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Spain is a country made for sex, darkness and adventures. Deathstars suck the energy of this into their hungry lungs of action, cigarettized cancer and dark rock. With our hands on our chests, and with our penises on the Bible, we must say that we enjoy this bullfighting country the most on this tour; the mediteranian breeze, the exotic touch of this land’s crowd and their celebration to the loins of blood, glam and expensive perfumes, plus neat skin products.
This is a weird band. It is kind of a sect to be in. Not that you as a member of the band get brainwashed (we have always been), but people who hangs out with us rapidly get totally soaked with the interesting attitude and depraved character of the band. We enjoy this to the full. We have finally understood that we are the priest of dirt, and the visitors of our glammy benightened church quickly take a sip of our holy water and kneel at the altars of disease and glitter.
Deathstars has no goals. It is just a force of energy, burning to the extreme until it completely dies. Their is no plan, just passion. And we live for the moment, just as we will die. We would like to say thanks to all people who understand this. Who take a zip of our zeitgeist. We want to have the torn flags of Deathglam in the air for a long long time, and you guys are the ones raising it to the top of the poles. Salute.
Dante has been nice tonight, but he is still the monkey on our backs, the pimple on our ass. A nightmare de luxe that lives in a unwanted symbiosis with the band. We have a love-hate relationship with him, he has a simple hate-hate relationship with us. So much for the symbiosis. But with this bus we turn the other cheek. Just because we are depended on the motherfucker.
Skinny was in an excellent mood in Madrid. He worked out, spent some time on his delicate muscles. Bone was a storm of fury and cursed the existance of the sun even before the carrots in the food.. Cat was a nightmare because of being too positive for the band’s personal taste, and he was eating ice-cream all the time. What a waste of ice-cream. Very annoying for the other members. Nightmare was a sensual character of 1000 000$ darkness, and was pleased to get a new uniform-jacket since the other one was stolen in Pratteln. (If anyone sees a guy with a uniform like ours – kick his ass, then give him a blowjob – since he’s obviously got good taste.) Whip was learning from the erotic vibrations of Spain. He is pleased to have that ethereal stamp in his passport, and that will come back to Sweden with him…
The emty and raindrenched asphalt roads of Alicante are a sad sight for the boys of doom. We are outside of the city, hoping to see this town in a more attractive way. Industrial areas look the same all over the world, and we have seen loads of them. We can’t say that we hate this kind of environment since the first sightseeing objects and victims of our cameras are usually big factories and nuclear plants, but today we wouldn’t mind giving our pigment a massage at the beach.
Deathstars is not only an object for your sexual fantasies, but also a hall and institution of personal drama, internal conflicts and a volcano of thoughts and frustration. It is the musical forum of the members emotional reflections and pathetic moral. It is of course chaos. Having said what we need to emphazize that we are confused, almost amused, about how well we have behaved on this tour. No policecars have driven awaywith any of the members, no girls have been standing crying from unfullfilled promises and the venues are not covered in blood and minikids, but only in glitter and make-up. It is a weird tour. Interesting dimension of the band. And the members are… confused.
What the members are doing right now:
Cat – Sleeping
Nightmare – Sleeping
Bone – Sleeping
Skinny - Sleeping
Whip – Aroused
Sorry! After Milano we’ve had problems with getting online so that’s the reason why we haven’t posted any blog the last two days.
We came to Barcelona the day before the gig – having one day off. Some of us went to the hotel to relax with their girls and the others went to the streets of Catalanya where we had some great partys. Skinny enjoyed the Barcelona-quality life with his girlfriend Jeanette, while Nightmare and Devilina enjoyed themselves in hidden ways. Cat was out shopping the hell out of the city and came back with tons of new scarfes, earrings and perfumes. Whip and Bone sat in the marina and complained about their lives., but eventually got in a better mood because of the local friends throwing a party.
Yesterday, the day of the show, Whip swam in the sea – as usual – and some went to the Gaudi-cathedral. Bone and Whip, from partying the whole night, thought they would get a heartattach from being up in the towers without no nerves at all. In fact – they left their nerves on La Ramblas and Valhalla the night before, so that other people could walk and spit on them. Terrible dudes, but dudes are made to be terrible.
Today we are in Madrid. We’ve been hanging out in the city all day. We have our regular walks here. In fact Dante was a real asshole this morning and on the top floor, where we sleep, it was about 50 degrees; like we would appreciate that sauna-part of finnish culture in our bedroom. Ehh… We hate him. A lot. Super-a-lot. We hate that bus more than ever. Hell, on the other hand it has been above 20 here today, like a normal swedish summerday. Very very nice. And even nicer to escape that asshole of a buss to sit down at our favourite place close to Plaza Mayor for some sangrias. But the bus is evil. Ьberevil.
Tomorrow we go to Alicante. Then we’ll have no internet as well, but we’ll get back asap!
What the members are doing right now:
• Whip is not out jogging.
• Bone is complaining about everything and is trying to party.
• Skinny is fighting with his accountent.
• Nightmare is having special-made Deathstars-tapas.
• Cat is happy because he learned how to do proper sangrias.
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Three huge productions of international character take place in Milano tonight.
It’s Milano fashion week.
Football: Manchester United – Inter. Champions League top match.
Deathstars show at Musicdrome.
If you are interested in all three of these cultures, and since it is impossible to combine because of the events take place at the same time in the same city, there is only one option – yes, little rocketscientist, you’ve guessed right – number 3.
Why? Well, we have the balls and the tricks and we know how to score. Plus that we are the models of Deathglam and wear darkness with style. A simple equation for the quick at mind. When you think of style and when you think of balls – think Deathstars.
Last night was übernice in Pratteln. Great crowd. Thank you all!
And it’s always great to wake up at the Gotthard-tunnel and see the alps in the morning sun. Whip, Night, Devilina and Cat went to the centre of Milano to buy some stuff. The whole Duomo-area in the city was chatoic because of football (soccer)-fans from all over the world. Manchester United-fans were wasted and the Inter-ones not much better. We play next to the stadium so it will be interesting which event that will have the biggest crowd. Ours, or theirs’? Nightmare thinks our gig is the biggest magnet tonight. Whip thinks the girls at the fashionshows are the monster magnet of tonight, but that’s more of a unprofessional personal reflection on the subject.
Bone slept until 4pm and Skinny has been hanging out in the venue all day, beeing bored. And the venue… It will be a kind of a punk show since it is a bit smaller stage than yesterday. But we have always loved punk so what the fuck… Shows are different from night to night and that is the charming thing about touring.
This night Dante, to our total suprise, treated us pretty nice. He actually behaved. Well, we don’t go for simple tricks like that. It’s just one part of his hellish masterplan; we believe that when he has got us cradled into a false feeling of securness, he will hit us back with his nasty tricks. We know better. We will strike first! Bone bought a baseball bat today… The windows look frightened already.
We will go out later to meet up with some football-players and models, then straight to Barcelona. Our promotor here Ice Ferri is the coolest guy in the world, We met him at first through The 69 Eyes, and he is a passionated dude here in Milan. We will have a day off in Barcelona tomorrow evening so if you have any cool ideas how the boys can spend the night please inform us.
What the members are doing right now:
Cat is operating on his injured guitars and hangs out with his father, he's a bit annoyed because of missing the Versace-show.
Skinny is meeting up with some friends from here and going to a Bar to party up before the show.
Whip is outside the football stadium, crying in the phone, refusing to come back to the venue. He is a big Manchester United-fan and can’t see the game because of the gig.
Bone is mocking Whip on the phone.
Nightmare is looking over his Les Paul-guitars and is furious and totally out of hand, almost tearing the bulding down because his favourite white Gibson has a little gray mark.
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Due to problems with getting online yesterday we missed posting a blog. We’ll continue where we ended; after the gig in Budapest.
Hungary was cool, just a shame that the band had to leave straight after the show because of the long travel.We had a good time backstage as well, and Attila from Mayhem/Tormentor was there in a good mood, partying with the dudes. Whiplasher got furious over some stupid chick in the dressingroom and threw drinks all over the place, but the room was soon at peace again. Yesterday Skinny and Whip went to bed at noon after partying until disabled all night. And the day after they were 100% handicapped, physically and mentally – and they enjoyed it, well maybe not Whip that much since he was walking around like a subtraction mark on the wet German soil. Skinny was in good shape though, so good that extent that he continued until 6 this morning. He is an animal. A party animal al dente from the outer tropical clubregions of Partyland. Other partypeople can’t even get seats in the discohouse of Skinny. He is mad. Mad about drinks! He is the landlord of nightlife. He has the party-passport and is an businessclass globetrotter with a mission to celebrate. He is Lord of the Drinks and his religion is called ”Wasted”. He is the actual represantative and sole diplomat of human megapartying. And he is partying even now. As always. Skinny spells P.A.R.T.Y. And we love him for it. Party on, dude. Have a good one.
Ludwigsburg was also a really cool place with nice staff and a great crowd, and today we are in Pratteln, at Z7, where we’ve been several times before. Z7 is a good venue for a band. Great showers, washing machine, great staff, good sound and an even better looking crowd. This makes Cat nervous since the focus isn’t totally on him. We like it here, only problem is that it’s too far to a 7-11, this Z7, yet close to heaven – venuewise. Why can’t all clubs on this tour be like this? We’ll tell you why – because they are different. At least we have an IKEA around the corner. Good, because we need a new dinnertable, some wardrobes and a huge bathtub for the tourbus. Bone is a tremendous IKEA fan by the way, quote: ”I am very nervous when my girlfriend visits IKEA. IKEA is for her what a bar is for me. ”
And about our tourbus, Dante: Whip has tremendous problems with sleeping on Dante and is therefor tired like never before. Whip actually has a beef with Dante and the two of them doesn’t agree on much these days, except from that they hate each other. A rumour from different european Rotary-clubs says that Whip has put a price on Dante’s head, that the contract is out there. Who knows – today the whole trailer broke. Has the sabotages and raids of terror commenced? Maybe this conflict will escalate to a nightmare for the touring parties and crew..? Maybe a political issue in EU. Forget Palestine. Forget Sudan. Fotget Chetchnya. This is the ultimate war. Whip vs Dante. Choose your side. But choose wisely, or you may perish in the flames of loss.
An uplifting thing though is that we just read that Night Electric Night is nr 67 on the European Billboard Charts, which is pretty good we have to say. At least better than nr 68. On Indie Charts in UK the album is nr 21, from being nr 19 last week.
What the members are doing right now:
• Skinny just woke up and is continuing to party.
• Bone is trying to convince the band that he will have two sober days in a row, and nobody believes him.
• Nightmare is daydreaming about nightmares on tour and discusses this with the tourmanager Anthony..
• Cat is eating rabarberpaj and is being the clown of the day – he is everywhere, but mostly stationed at the washingmachine, following the orders of the band, Mission: folding the bands clean clothes. Women do laundry. Men do nothing. But don’t tell anyone, because the whole band has to do laundry all the time.
• Whip is hanging out with our totally crazy soundguy from the Korn-tour, Thomas, who lives in the area.