From the Archives: The Crunchy Guide to Iceland Airwaves (by crunchy.dk 11. October 2007)

DEAR FRIENDS

As some of you might already know, this is the second time that we, in collaboration with Iceland Air and Airwaves, send a handful of Crunchy bands to Reykjavik to kick ass at the Airwaves Festival. We are so much looking forward to get to Reykjavik to party and hang out with YOU!

We’ve had quite a few bands at Airwaves before: PowerSolo, epo-555, Heavy Trash, Junior Senior og The Tremolo Beer Gut. And this year Snake and Jet’s Amazing Bullit Band (SAJABB) will be debuting at the Airwaves Festival.
Crunchy Frog records are already in circulation in Iceland, but we have recently started a collaboration with 12Tonar who are now distributing the crisp tones for the Icelandic people. Being present at this year’s Airwaves Festival we hope to draw attention to the good music directly from Copenhagen, Denmark. As you might already know our three bands Heavy Trash, The Tremolo Beer Gut and aforementioned SAJABB are on this year’s billboard. All three bands play at Lídó.

We have made a Crunchy Guide to Airwaves. Unfortunately it is only available in Danish. Get the Guidebook as pdf.

GOOD THINGS TO REMEMBER
Iceland is way up north in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. So prepare yourself for bad weather. Leave the hot pants at home and bring the winter coat.
A few good thing you do have to remember:
Remember swimming suit:! – The Blue Lagoon hot tub is a must.
Remember booze! Iceland is pretty expensive. so remember your hip flasks.
…. and remember the Crunchy Frog concerts!

CRUNCHY FROG CONCERTS
Thursday:
5.00 PM: Snake & Jet’s Amazing Bullit Band: Kaffibarinn

Friday:
4.30 PM: Snake & Jet’s Amazing Bullit Band: 12 Tónar
11.30 PM: The Tremolo Beer Gut: Lídó
0.15 AM: Heavy Trash: Lídó

Saturday:
3.30 PM: S&JABB: Nordic Showcase @ Nordic House
0.30 AM: Snake & Jet’s Amazing Bullit Band: Lídó

VENUES
NASA – Austurvöllur
Grand Rokk – Smiðjustígur 6 Both PowerSolo and epo-555 has played here
Gaukurinn – Tryggvagata 22
Reykjavik Art Museum – Hafnarhúsið – Tryggvagata 17
Organ – Hafnarstræti 1
Iðnó – Vonarstræti 3
Lídó – Hallveigarstigur 1
The setting for Crunchy Frog’s three Airwaves 07 concerts!!!

RECORD STORES
12 Tónar – Skolavordustigur 15
Thor: The place to be. A cool little indie-meets-classic shop.
12 Tónar is Crunchy Frog’s distributor and the place where Snake and Jet’s has in-store concert Friday Oct 19th at 4.30 pm. Be there or B Joe!
Skífan – Laugavegur 26
Thorhallur: The citie’s biggest record shop – Now with a small stage in the basement.
Smekkleysa – Laugavegur 28
Thor: A good little indie shop with a cool Bad Taste Recordings exposition (Sugarcubes, Björk, Sigur Ros) which is well worth the

From the Archives: RADIOAKTIV MAFIA Fallout out now (by crunchy.dk 30. March 2007)

RADIOAKTIV is a vinyl 7″ single compilation of unique epo-555 songs, generated in the wake of the latest record MAFIA. RADIOAKTIV is already out in Germany and this summer MAFIA will be released in USA. RADIOAKTIV is a special treat to the European audience before epo-555 takes on God’s own country. Get the tracks at iTunes or buy the vinyl EP at Vibrashop.

From the Archives: Spröd Jul – a Crunchy X-mas (by crunchy.dk 13. November 2006)

Yes, Xmas is here again and this year we want to throw all you crazy kids a treat that treats you right. Maybe some remember the totally legendary Crunchy Xmas show in 2002, when all the Crisp bands performed in Vegas big room. It was a blast. You can check out some pix from back then right here.

Now there is no reason to try to do the same thing twice and fuck with a great memory. So this year we’ll make it even more special by throwing our party in the small room. This means that just 400 tickets are for sale. The tix are 175 kroner each. A neat sum to be sure, but for this you get a free gold beer, 6 shows by some of the worlds best bands and 4 groovy rock’n’roll DJS playing till the break of dawn! Check the poster and programme right here to the right. (PS: Junior Senior and The Mopeds could both not make the show because of other shows and travels, but they’ll be there in spirit and on the turntables).

Oh no – your beady little eyes are not foolin’ you. Heavy Trash will be coming from New York (well, actually from Greece where they’ll end their southern European tour the day before). Jon and Matt will even DJ together with the Crisp hosts Yebo and Jessi-Q after the live shows. PowerSolo will saddle up their reindeer in KronJylland and come to the grand city of Copenhagen to join their friends from epo-555, Sterling, Wolfkin and The Tremolo Beer Gut.

Now THAT – ladies and gentlemen – is the KICK ASS combo, that will rock your body and soul from 7 pm tp 5 am on saturday december 16th.

As a special treat the first 40 guests will receive a free special Levi’s t-shirt for the “Spröd Jul”-show. More tees will be offered in a raffle later on where you can also win exclusive Vans slip-ons with Crunchy print. Very cool and very rare shit, people. You NEED it. And you NEED to be there. Hey, WE need you there.

Tickets are available here for 175 + booking fee. In the door the tix will be 195 kroner.

From the Archives: epo-555’s American diaries (in Danish) (by crunchy.dk 7. April 2006)

9. marts: Ankomst Island

Med ét var al stress borte. Idet vi stod ud af taxien og kom ind i Kastrup Lufthavn blev alt godt, og da vi ankom til Island, blev det hele bedre. Og nu, efter at have spillet skønsang iført sminke, rockhår og 5000 ualmindeligt varme lamper i ryggen i islandsk nationalt tv, skal vi ned at spille op til dans i pladeselskabet Bad Tastes butik, for vi udkommer skam da i Island før alle andre steder … så heldige er de nemlig, æv bæv, så nu er alting bedst. I aften bliver det vist på hvert lille fjernsynsapparat i enhver lille islandsk bygd, og skulle der være enkelte fiskermænd og fårehyrder, der ikke kan modtage tv-signaler, kan de høre vores koncert fra Airwaves-festivalen på islandsk national radio. Og når folk så er blevet så kåde, at de ikke kan styre deres kølige nordiske sind, løber de alle ned og hører os spille koncert i Reykjaviks fineste etablissement. Og så skal vi jo til NYC of Amerikas United States i morgen, og mon ikke der på vejen til lufthavnen bliver tid til at lade kogende svovlholdigt æggestinkende blåt vand kæle for vores afkræftede kroppe i den Blå Lagune? Man får strithår og udslæt af det, men det er fedt. Det lyder ikke fedt, men det er det. Man står for katten i kogende vand til halsen, og hvem elsker ikke det? Aah, hvor er det godt at være af sted. Det er jo hårdkogt rock, for dælen.

Dagbog 11.03.06
Så til søs, i går var den travleste dag i 3 årtusinder. Optagelsen til islandsk tv blev så god som kold hvidvin på en varm sommerdag, og deres radio-pendant til P3 var med os hele vejen, og lavede fin epo-konkurrence med skønne præmier. Det var virkelig stort at høre en islandsk mand ringe ind i håbet om at billetter til aftenens koncert.
Instore-koncerten i Bad Tastes fantastisk seje pladebutik med Björks rober og Sigur Rós-tingeltangel og múm-lirumlarum var en stor succes. Ikke blot fordi vi valgte at spille i henholdsvis lænestole og på en
stige spredt rundt i butikken, men selvfølgelig også fordi der kom så mange, som man aldrig havde turdet håbe på.
Lydprøven på Grann Rokkkk blev en tre timer lang musikalsk variant af Thor Petersens budgetforhandlinger med kommunerne, og det var kun med nød og næppe, at vi nåede vores verdens bedste vært, en anden Thors fantastiske hjemmeslagtede lam, nam nam og en optagelse på vaskeægte VHS af koncerten på tv. Primetime er et sødt og godt ord, og man kan streame vores skønsang på det der Internettet.

Til gengæld valgte Mikkel, den spade, at blive virkelig køresyg på den 400 m lange strækning fra Thor til Rock fordi Ebbe, den tante, snakkede om folk, der kan vende øjenlågene. Nu taler vi altså om
Virkelig, virkelig køresyg, sådan opkast og sure landminer-agtigt. Det gjorde, at koncerten i Mikkels forvirrede sind var på nippet til at blive aflyst, men det var selvfølgelig bare en kortvarig trend på linie med Pókemón, for der stod et fuldstændig fyldt spillested og heppede, og så må selv den mest forhærdede forsanger knibe en tåre og tage sig sammen. Og hvilken koncert. Seriøst. Jeg tror aldrig, vi har spillet bedre. Det var så fedt. Bagefter gik islændingene amok og insisterede på at hælde øl og Brennvin, den ondskabens djævledrik, i vores stakkels danske maver, med lammere , spytrylleri og et forgæves forsøg på at finde en åben stripbar til følge. Fantastisk dag, hverken mere eller mindre.

Medens disse ord bliver skrevet, sidder vi over de fabelagtige grønlandske fjelde, der lullerne sindet ind i tanker om verdens storhed og mennesket lidenhed. Om lidt skal vi have Icelandairs
cordon bleu, der smager som en blanding af gummi og nektar og sandsynligvis er lavet af en blanding af gummi og nektar. Og det elsker vi selvfølgelig. Legendarisk mad efter et legendarisk ophold på vulkaners moder, vores kære, kære Island.
Dagbog 12.03.06
Jeg ved det, jeg ved det. Jeg er den langsomste mand i hele verden. Men verden drejer så hurtigt rundt om epo disse dage, at jeg slet ikke kan følge med. Mine mentale kondital er dalet, mit ungdomssløvsind er sat ind, og min sjæls grå hår er ved at falde af. Nej, det er selvfølgelig bare en vits. Nu skal I høre:
Vi er jo i det hersens New York, og når man er i det hersens New York, er alting godt som fløjl på panden. Vodkaen kæler med limonaden, maden smager som en bid af paradisets frugter, og folket er så venligt som manden med den gule hat fra Peter Pedal. Medens vi har forberedt os på vores to koncerter på Mercury Lounge har vi holdt fødselsdag for vores alles Gudfar, Yebo, der inviterede til fin middag i Greenwich Village, hvor den brasilianske bartender tryllede med mojitos i en sådan grad, at det endte med, at vi snuppede en gigantisk limousine, 20 meter lang eller så, og i kådhed kørte New Yorks gader tynde med vores nye plade bragende ud af vinduerne og op af soltaget. Virkelig skægt og meget drengerøvsagtigt, men det må man godt, når man er glad og har fødselsdag og har 37 mojitos i blodet og en Brooklyn Fine Lager i hånden.

Vi har naturligvis også lavet andet. Der var jo ro-tur i Central Park, hvor Hans Emil fik lov at ro for første gang i sit liv. Der var loppemarkedet, hvor Jesper Lydmand fandt manden med 50 sindssygt seje mikrofoner til 5 dallas-dollars stykket,

og så har vi lavet mægtig fin gadelydsoptagelse til vores gode venner Powerskoles nye plade (billedet, hvor Camilla optager. Det er Yebo til højre).

Men i aften skal første halvleg af newyorker-koncerterne altså spilles, og det bliver så spændende, for både Vigtigper og Pladekaj og alle mulige hyggelige mennesker kommer, og vi skal spille på Heavy Trashs gear, så vi er i fint selskab, kan I tro. Nej, jeg vil ikke røbe mere her, for hvem ved, hvad der sker, men … det går altså ret så godt. Virkelig godt. Vi skriver, når der vores fingre kan løfte mere af sløret.

Kjærligst,

les epo-el supa dupa band

Dagbog 14.03.06
Jetlag er en ond fugleinfluenza. Man kan have den i maven i op til tre dage uden at vide det, med tanken om det perfekte liv i behold, og så siger det pludselig inkubations-dingdong, og der ligger man. Man finder sig selv i en anden verden af tåger, langstrakte årtusinder og underlige ansigtstrækninger, og når man skal spille op til dans på New Yorks rappeste etablissement, er det et handicap, som ikke er Tiger Woods forundt. Nej, sikke noget kedeligt noget. Det ved I jo godt. Tiger Woods ved det. Alle har jetlag, og det er ikke noget specielt. Men når man skal rapportere om vores koncerter til GAFFA, og det hele er gemt væk i en tåge af bizar glemsomhed, så må man jo skrive noget andet.
Derfor overtager Ebbe “Non-Stop” Frej netop …
HER …det fedtede tastatur og vil fortælle lidt om det vilde liv i det dér New York, for nok er det vigtigt at spille op til dans efter princippet ”to hurtige og én sjæler” og derved forkynde det gode budskab-555, men lige så vigtigt er det at få absolut mest ud af en sådan tur – at udnytte denne enestående mulighed for at undvære søvn, glemme at spise og huske “JA-hatten” 24-7! New York er mere imødekommende end nogen anden by i verden, og idet vi bragte foråret med os, og New York netop ved vor ankomst vågnede op af en lang vinters dvale for at eksplodere i sand fest og følelsen af at ethvert øjeblik er legendarisk og en once-in-a-lifetime-oplevelse, som skal leves helt ud og for enhver pris ikke misses pga. søvnbehov, fremstod æblet mere fristende end nogensinde før.
Jeg har taget en gigantisk bid af det!! Min lyd-professor-agtige jakkes inderlomme har på ganske få dage krævet at skifte navn til Exhibit A – indeholdende så meget bevismateriale om skødesløs omgang med taxikørsel og hårde vådevarer på barer, at der umuligt kan blive tale om at frikende eller appelsag. Mere musik! Inden dette bliver for hård læsning for det unge segment af GAFFAs læsere bønfalder jeg Mikkel “you can’t eat love” Hansen om igen at overtage knapperne… HER … og … hups, og så kom David Bowies producer Mark Plati og hans sidekick Tom McKay og hørte os to gange og vil producere den næste plade, hvis han må for os. Sikke noget lir. Vældigt flinke mennesker … men hvor er det dog underligt at stå og tale i øjenhøjde med Bowies producer og vide, at han har tjekket alt om os og synes, vi er mægtige. Underligt godt og lidt skræmmende.

Nu sidder vi i flyet til Austin med en forventning om at finde gryden i kog og under vores ledelse bringe den i flammer. For dem, der ikke ved, hvad SXSW er, men elsker rock ’n’ roll og legendariske hændelser på fad, kan det stærkt anbefales at følge med i denne spalte de næste dage. SXSW er jo trods alt en festival med rundt regnet 1300 bands, fantastisk vejr, billige drinks og den bedste BBQ i verden. Pladebosser og snothvalpe, giganter og smølfer, masser af musik og en bid af et helt andet æble end New York.

Kjærligst,
Dronning Disco m. Band

Dagbog 16.03.06
Ok, det er lidt snyd, for normalt sætter jeg mig ned med en kop kaffe og tager mig god tid til at informere GAFFAs læsere på bedste vis, men i dag må blive en undtagelse, for vi har så travlt som en græsk hund i løbetid. Som I nok kan gætte, er vi i Austin, og byen syder af sand musikglæde. Det er absurd, så mange mennesker her er, og alle er dybt involveret i musikken på den ene eller den måde. Ludere og lommetyve, baroner og grever. Alle afskygninger af det, vi elsker, og det sat ind i en verden, der summer af kaos med tusinder af bands, der gerne ville have spillet til den egentlige festival, men ikke kan komme til og derfor bare står og larmer i håbet om at blive hørt alligevel. Og på den anden side er storheden repræsenteret. I går repræsenteret ved Belle And Sebastian og Mogwai, der gav fantastiske koncerter på Stubb’s.
Det er virkelig svært at forklare, men for dem, der har været på Roskilde Festival og kender den hersens besynderlige rus: konstant er man en smule tipsy …glad, træt og vågen, med et smil på læben og en ny sans for at lade verden passere for sine fødder som en doven flod. Gang det med tusind og få følelsen af Austin. Spæd det op med 2-dollar drinks og overdreven BBQ (se billedet af Ebbe, der forsøger at klemme det sidste ned) og følelsen af at være med til noget rigtig rigtig stort…

Lige nu er Austin det bedste sted i verden. Hurra. Send flere penge…

Kjærligst,

Kong Gulerod m. Band

En summen i maven, natsværmere tror jeg (sommerfugle er ikke og har aldrig været rock). Efter den store succes med bookere, pladeselskaber og David Bowies producer i New York skulle det egentlige slag for epo-VVV slås. Som alle, der har været på SXSW ved, er det ikke blot en hyggelig festival med god musik, men også en blodig slagmark, hvor krige om pladeselskabernes, journalisternes og bookernes opmærksomhed bliver ført, med vindere og tabere på alle sider. Derfor var det ikke kun en regulær koncert, der skulle spilles. Alt skulle klappe, og alt skulle klares, og epo måtte spille som Satans Yngel på dets bedste dage. Det kan lægge et hårdt pres på selv de største, men nogle gange skærper presset simpelthen bare ens fokus.
En perfekt lydprøve, en perfekt opstilling, et perfekt humør. Forventningerne dryppede fra loftet og ned ad væggen. Og fra første tone til sidste buk var det den bedste koncert, der nogensinde er spillet i epos historie. Det var så smukt! Det var så smukt at se David Fricke fra Rolling Stone rocke med, smile begejstret og skrive noter som en flittig myre. Det var så smukt at se de vuggende amerikanske pladeselskabsfolk være med os hele vejen. Det var fabelagtigt at se de australske og japanske blive mere og mere overbevist. Og det var så dejligt at se, at helt almindelige mennesker var i vores hænder, og at vi var i alles ører.

40 minutters benhård succes. Alle anstrengelser værd. Uanset hvad der kommer ud af det, er det her stort; hverken mere eller mindre.

Tak for dans,

Dronning epo m. band

Dagbog 20.03.06
Med maven forberedende badutspring et sted langt oppe i halsen på et fly i kraftig turbulens over Midtvesten skriver jeg første del af syvende kapitel i epos tur til hinsidan.

Fordi vi er sådan nogle sparetanter, hvad angår vores flybilletter, havde vi fået dem med afgang fra Austin kl. nissehat med flødeskum om morgenen. Efter en nat med regulært vandfald fra den texanske lyn-oplyste himmel og ingen søvn gik turen mod det Europa, vi var begyndt at savne. Man bliver let mæt i USA. Mæt af musik, mad og
minder for livet.

Imidlertid havde djævlen i egen høje person valgt at drive gæk medretfærdigheden, da det viste sig, at flyet var overbooket på det groveste. Idet Ebbe og Jessi (fra Crunchy Frog) var kommet om bord, blev dørene resolut lukket i næsen på de øvrige og temmeligt forbløffede epo-medlemmer med lydmand. Uden Kubi-mor og Yebo-far! Hvor ensom kan man ikke blive? Alene i Austin. Glemt af hele verden.

Nogen måtte betale for denne vanskæbne. Og det blev Richard fra Delta Airlines, der gennem 12 stride timer forsøgte at finde et barmhjertigt fly til os. 4 gange blev vi beordret om bord på en maskine og dernæst venligt, men bestemt ledt ud igen. Sådan nogle narrefly på futmælk.

Endelig måtte den hårdtarbejdende mand ved skranken resignere og give op. I stedet for at tage hjem, tager vi nu til New York, dagen efter bliver det Boston, og om to dage går turen til København. Jøsses. Det lyder måske en lille smule eksotisk…? og sådan er det jo også.

Charmen ved at rejse er til tider at fare vild, så man selv må finde udveje.

Vores bagage ligger og ruller rundt i klodset vals på et transportbånd i New York, og vi skal på hotel og slås med puder og drikke hele minibaren. For midt i det hele ringede Yebo fra London og fortalte os noget meget, meget fint…

Dagbog 21.03.06
Trætte, på grænsen til udmattede ankom vi til JFK. Sultne, fordi Delta kun serverer en kiks pr. person. Men der var ikke tid til at spise … sådan starter anden del af syvende kapitel. Al vores gear – guitarer, keyboards, pedaler osv. var fløjet fra os med det fly, der ikke ville have os med. Egentlig skulle det hele til København, men fordi vi ikke nåede flyet til Island, ville vores habengut blive taget fra og lagt i en snedig hule, der er snedig, fordi den er så hemmelig, at ingen – ikke engang lufthavnspersonalet – aner, hvor den er. Grunden til, at vi ikke havde tid til at spise var altså, at vi skulle have vores uerstattelige gear udleveret. Og det fik vi ikke. For det var i den hemmelige hule. Som ingen viste, hvor var. Jøsses. Min guitar … men den næste morgen skulle det hele nok være der, blev vi lovet.

Fælt skuffede og med bange anelser tog vi til vores hotel i Queens, der lovede godt, idet det lå ved siden af en fabrik og et 50 meter højt bjerg af vejsalt. Hotellet syntes at overleve på folk som os, der fik deres ophold betalt af flyselskabet, for de havde en speciel buffet til kun 3 dollars inkl. drikkevarer til de stakkels forsinkede, fortumlede og fortvivlede antipassagerer. Hurra! Al maden så godt ud, smagte underligt af mug og gav en regning på 107 dollars. Maden var billig, men desserten var dyr. Sådan er det jo. Ved I nok. Pudekamp og minibar aflyst. Godnat.

Morgenen kom uden penge til morgenmad og uden tid til at se nærmere på saltbjerget eller fabrikken. Vi måtte have vores instrumenter og kufferter. Eller … nårh nej. De var jo gemt i den hemmelige hule, som ingen aner, hvor er.

Videre til Boston, hvor Mikkels Visa-kort bliver snuppet, Hans Emils pas bliver væk, og tålmodigheden med verden så småt rinder ud.

Men det er altså stadigvæk meget, meget fint, det dér, som Yebo ringede og fortalte…

Dronning Ronny m. band

From the Archives: epo-555 in Pan-Atlantic Live Action!! (by crunchy.dk 27. February 2006)

epo-555 does South by Southwest, New York and Reykjavik

epo-555 will soon get on an Icelandair plane that will take them to Iceland first and then New York City and Texas, where they’ll be playing a handful of showcases. One of them will be at the annual music industry festival SXSW in Austin, TX. This tour should give them the awareness and interest from the American industry that they need to break through over there. They are bringing with them a brand new album, ‘Mafia’ and the new songs work fantastically live. We feel confident that they will charm and impress the right people.
We’ll keep all of you informed on how the tour goes. Both on the Crunchy site, but also at epo-555’s own and there will be a diary from the trip at gaffa.dk

They will be playing on these following dates:

March 9 : Smekkleysa (instore/release party), Reykjavik at 5 pm

March 9 : Grand Rokk, Reykjavik at 10 pm

March 13 : Mercury Lounge, New York at 10.30 pm

March 16 : SXSW, Pecan Street Ale House, Austin at 9 pm

From the Archives: VibraCrunch – The 7th Edition (by crunchy.dk 10. July 2005)

This year’s VibraCrunch Festival will take place Friday August 26 in Malmö. First band wil play at 17:00, so come early and enjoy the best spot in Malmö. Please note: The venue site will be moved from Bastionen to the larger Mölleparken (a 3 stage festival area situated in Kungsparken). See the bottom of this page for a road map. It’s a result of years of massive success and because we care to make you feel even better. And still it it’s not only cheap, but musical madness for FREE.

The lineup is a mix of both label mates, Danish, Swedish and International artists. Rockabilly à la John Waters with Jon Spencer and Matt Verta-Ray’s Heavy Trash, indie galore with epo-555, dance lessons with The Mopeds, spy-fi soundtracks played live by Tublenco, a reunion concert with 18th Dye and much more… Fun factor is guaranteed!

The lineup is now confirmed. Please read on…

LINEUP
The Raveonettes (DK)

Sune Wagner and Sharin Foo started out at Crunchy Frog by releasing two albums. The first was full of whipping songs of lost love in a minor key and the second in a major key was about summer raids and untamed girls. They were a great success and as Rolling Stone wrote recently, Raveonettes was »history on the march.«

Their new album is full of inspiration of some of the sixties’ all-time greats, such as Everly Brothers, the pre-punks Suicide and Velvet Underground. It’s the beauty of trash aesthetics and retro tunes in a new amalgamation. Even though it’s less fuzzy than the initial matching dual albums, we still love their heartbreaking sound and songwriting. So much they even fit the VC7 poster colouring pretty darn well: pink dreams, black suits and white noise. Crunchy Frog proudly presents The Raveonettes exclusively for the Malmö Festival.

Bandsite: http://www.theraveonettes.com/

Heavy Trash (US)

Heavy Trash — Crunchy Frog’s latest signing — is a dirty beatnik duo of Jon Spencer and Matt Verta-Ray. If you loved the early work of Mr. Spencer (Blues Explosion, Pussy Galore and Boss Hog), you’ll enjoy his new outfit. Wrapped in stylish suits and quiffy hair, he has transformed into what oldschool American glamour and filthy rhythm’n’blues is all about… Mr. Verta-Ray (Madder Rose and Speedball Baby) is a master of the twangy guitar. Armed with six razor sharp strings and crisp grooves, he has only one mission: To soothe all of the lonely hearts out there.

Heavy Trash is on this occation backed up by Kim ‘Kix’ Jeppesen (Powersolo) on upright bass and Crunchy’s head honcho Jesper ‘Yebo’ Reginal (Tremolo Beer Gut) on drums.

Bandsite: http://www.heavytrash.net/

18th Dye (DK/DE)

Artrockers Sebastian Büttrich, Piet Bendtsen and Heike Rädeker have reformed after ten years! The band formerly desribed as »breathtaking pop tussles with a breathtaking guitar assault« was kindly asked by Crunchy staffer Jessica to pick up drumsticks, fuzz pedals and newly found inspiration. Their track record is still strong and impressive: 18th Dye was originally discovered by indie darlings Yo La Tengo and signed for Matador Records in the mid-90’s, they were invited to record three Peel Sessions for BBC and their second full length album, Tribute To A Bus, was recorded by Steve Albini (the recording mastermind of albums by e.g. The Pixies, Nirvana, Jon Spencer Blues Explosion and The Breeders). And here they are: The Danish/German indierock sensation once again back on the block — but actually their first gig in Sweden — 18th Dye will be feeding back again!

Bandsite: http://18thdye.org/

The Mopeds (S)

The Mopeds represent the best of intelligent and wacky pop music from Sweden. Malmö is their home town and Crunchy Frog have kindly asked the local power trio to give a sightseeing tour through musical nuggets that are geeky, yet sexy… Subtle, yet extreme… Retro, yet innovative… All that stuff that make them a must-see live act. Not to mention their production and horn skills, which have been used in the past by releasing artists like Bob Hund, St. Etienne, PowerSolo, Superheroes and Eggstone. Their studio, Gula Studion, has also been an outlet for music by The Cardigans, Junior Senior and Franz Ferdinand. And yes, the list continues.

The Mopeds’ latest longplayer FORTISSIMO has set new standards in r’n’r show biz. Now amps can be cranked up to 11 — just that extra notch. But trust us, The Mopeds will treat your ears well with their sexy tunes and if »you wanna dance, but you don’t know how to« — a key phrase of the song Loverman — The Mopeds surely will give us all a serious lecture this Friday night. So, why hitchhike when The Mopeds will take you for a ride?

Bandsite: http://www.themopeds.com/

epo-555 (DK)

A year has passed since The Crunchy Crew signed epo-555… And what a year! The debut album, Dexter Fox, received massive media compliments and was rated with nothing less than star constellations. Reviewers were thrilled by the new Danish sound of indietronica — 90’s indiepop belle epoque meets electronica beat reflections and bit crunching effects. As a result the longplayer about the fictive, heroic Fox was nominated for a Danish Music Award and considered as one of the most outstanding albums of 2004 by Danish National Radio, DR Online.

It isn’t a secret that epo-555’s main inspirations are shoegazers like My Bloody Valentine and Slowdive. But just as obivious as their inspirations are, the quartet certainly have created they own perceptive, heartfelt sound and raison d’etre. Within a short period of time they’ve succesfully played at most Danish venues and festivals, and since March ‘05 the epology continued in U.S., Iceland, Germany and Scandinavia. Consider epo-555 your favourite drug: Beautyseeking layers of sleepy guitars blended with melodica and twilight vocals can be strongly addictive! Please welcome epo-555 back again at VibraCrunch.

Bandsite: http://www.epo-555.dk/

South Ambulance (S)

The Stockholm band South Ambulance was formed in late 2003 with the ambition to write good music on Saturdays and record it on Sundays. Two years later the self-titled debut album was released presenting music that could have been Stone Roses’ third album with high climbing walls of chords and great melodies. Soon, South Ambulance may not be a Sunday band anymore. As a great man once said: Everyday is just like Sunday. VibraCrunch is most importantly on a Friday where you will fall in love with the band that gives an emergency heart massage. Please welcome South Ambulance to VibraCrunch.

Bandsite: http://www.labrador.se/artists/southambulance.php3

Figurines (DK)

It might be a secret to some, but Figurines is one of the most hard working Danish indie bands at the moment. Touring has been a dayjob during the last half year where they’ve been constantly on the Autobahn from venue to venue in Germany. Alongside concerts, their second album, Skeleton, full of catchy cuts has just been released this summer. Before signing to Morningside Records, playing gigs were the only advertising since little or no money could be afforded to do promotion. And the reputation as an excellent live act has obviously been spread throughout tastemaker fanzines to music lovers.

The band formed in the mid-90’s by youngsters, started out with inspirations of both British and American alternative rock and has now turned into a very talented quartet. In front are Christian Hjelm’s characteristic high-pitched vocals that are backed by a powerdriven setup of tearing, melodic guitar riffs and bass. There are no additional spicy effects layered upon their music. It’s plug’n’play, baby — crisp and clean with natural grains of grease. So genuine that it somehow reminds you of patinated pictures from your childhood. Straight from stuck in the middle of suburbia to concert halls and festivals, doing powerful and yet subtle guitarbased indierock with a gentlemans touch of rhythmic complexity — is sounds so fresh you can imagine tasting Grandma’s strawberrys on a summer evening. Even though, it isn’t strange fruit or forbidden fruit. It’s Figurines.

Bandsite: http://www.figurines.dk/

Tublenco (DK/S)

My name is Enco, Tublenco… Inspired by film noir, spy movies and bizarro car chasing music, a collective of seven Swedish and Danish sparetime agents formed Tublenco in 2004. They use the sounds of the past and the beats of a new millennium to generate a swinging mix of villains and heroes. The selfdefined genre is called Spy-Fi — a meltdown of rare groovy surf’n’roll with a modern fingerprint of electronic sound-scope. The group has written a special plot for this occation: A tasty fondue of evil twang, juggernaut beats, rude rock and electro-fusion… Shaken and well stirred.

Bandsite: http://www.tublenco.com/

Death To Frank Ziyanak (DK)

Named after the lead singer, Death To Frank Ziyanak isn’t about committing suicide but about being outlaw to the bone. Driving through highways with the car stereo speakers in shredding mode, they sing lyrics from the gutter with howling attitude. Even though they’re young, after two well received EP releases, they’ve proven themselves to be able to play rock with the big guys.

In the land where music is in grayscale only and Jack Daniels iced with tequila is the only drink; DTFZ would be your favourite horror tweepop band. The rebel duo — on drums and axe with additional bass for the occation — is on the run from Interstate Police. Wanted dead or alive — well, mostly dead — they prove that 3 chords are still going strong and expressive: One for your gut, one for your blood-red lips and the last for your dancing feet. Long live Frank Ziyanak!

Bandsite: http://www.deathtofrankziyanak.com/ / http://deathtofrankziyanak.mymusic.dk/

Bazookahosen (DK)

The nightmare of genetic engineering that is Bazookahosen, continues to amaze and amuse. Denmark’s proud exponents of thrash-noir are guaranteed to make you forget, if only for a few scant moments, the poor, stunted lives of the five individuals who created it. Formed by a group of friends in Copenhagen, 1998, the five band members set out to create their own brand of music and the outcome is an ever-changing blend of genres from blues to noise jazz with a gypsy flavor. Their music has been called Modern-Primitive — showcasing a smorgasbord of block rockin’ beats — DIY biscuit-tin banjos and cigar box guitars spliced with harmonica’n’scratch space-castanets and bass clarinet.

Bandsite: http://bazookahosen.dk/

PRACTICAL INFO

First of all, VibraCrunch is for free. No ticket dealing, just good ol’ fun and fantastic music. As stated above, the venue site has been moved from Bastionen to the larger Mölleparken situated in Kungsparken.

You can buy beer and food at the festival site, and of course records and t-shirts. As a special note to all the beer loving Danes: It is NOT allowed to bring your own beer to the festival area in respect to the people who have the concession for selling beers. So if you bring your own beer, then you have to sit outside the fence while drinking them. Sorry for this inconvenience, but as the festival is in general free you may be able to afford a few cold draught beers.

Link to the official Malmö Festival site: http://www.malmofestivalen.nu/

From the Archives: Transatlantic Fantastic (by crunchy.dk 25. April 2005)

The alternating diary of the alternative diarists Mikkel ‘epo-555’ Max Hansen and Powersolo’s Bo ‘Atomic Child’ Jeppesen. The journey was set for the size XXXL music fair, South by South West (SXSW), in Austin, Texas. Stops were made in Iceland and New York and it all in all included showcases, three different climates and just business as usual r’n’r frenzy. Read on.
Mikkel: Allright, this is how it is. We were going to Texas to convince the American fur traders that epo-555’d be the pelts to bet on at the SXSW in Austin. And while we were at it we might as well check out the hotspots on Iceland.

I can’t remember much; the trip we were on now lies is in a state of blur of furry animals and gaps of seemingly illogical events. I’ve have found some help in the diary written as we went along but somehow the sum of events is bigger than the details. It is that hummingbird of a sum that I’ll try to capture with my poorly functioning mind. Heck, I haven’t even introduced our noble quest…

Atomic Child: It all started pretty damn weird… As we all met up in the airport for check in, I realised that one of my fligth tickets were missing. So typical! I spent 400 minutes gettin’ me a new one and hat to put my foot in the door, to be sure to get onboard the traveltube. Anyway, we got airborn, had the usual drinks required to make any flight just a little bit comfortable and hit Keflavik Airport.
REYKJAVIK, ICELAND

Mikkel: But why go alone when you can join hands with the crunchiest couple in the world and the fine troubadours in SourPolo? There are no answers to that question either. So, on the 11th March we climbed on our Icelandic airborne steel horses to find our way to Reykjavik where Thor, the man of eternal lamb BBQ invited us to invade the country of boiling sulphured egg baths.

Atomic Child: We packed the two rental cars and drove off to Thor’s place in Reykjavik. Once again, Thor had prepared a meal worthy a king. We ate good lamb and drank heavy redwine… Well fed, we all met up at Grand Rokk, for soundcheck. The concerts went damn well, the beers tasted well and everybody was happy.
Mikkel: For this fine offer we got Thor drunk in return and played a concert that I can’t focus on, covered in regrets of lost gear as it is for me. That’s right. Some evil Viking stole my sweet guitar pedal, my cables, my power supply and my dignity. Arghh. I still feel as naked as a butter-cookie-kid and as empty as a 2 minutes old glass of vodka-lemonade from Great Jones’ in NYC.
Atomic Child: A six hours flight to New York was ahead, so we all decided to dip our pale bodies in a big pool of egg smellin’ hot water. (For those of you who haven’t visited Iceland, I’m referring to the Blue Lagoon.) Hot water from the underground travels to the surface and is indiked. You pay some money, rent some trunks, hit the water and let yourself boil slowly ‘till you’re red like a lobster… I can recommend this as the best way of recharging your batteries before draggin’ yourself up on an airplain.
Mikkel: Oh, and what better way to celebrate the greatness of mankind and meanwhile incite the labels of fables than to lay our greasy hands on the Big Apple and take a bite? That’s right, no better way, no better way…
NEW YORK CITY

Atomic Child: First night in The Big Apple!

Mikkel: Ok, the memory of New York City soothes your soul when you’re down and below. Eating and drinking in our favourite restaurant, sleeping with the city that never sleeps and getting a cold shower by the fire squad at 5 am, playing for and with the big guys at the cool spot, celebrating birthdays and having a party with a nephew. This is the recipe for a massive need for a My Bloody Mary with horseradish that only NYC bartenders know how to make. Strange fruit…
Atomic Child: Time to get liquored up – Great Jones is the place to be, so that’s where we are. Throwin’ vodka lemonades down our throats and celebratin’ Yebo’s birthday.

On our way back to the hotel, The Gimp, Camilla, Mikkel and I, jump into a stretch limo. We couldn’t get a cab, believe it or not, sometimes it’s damn hard to get a cab in NYC. Anyways, we drove four blocks, 800 meters, for $20. Money out of the window!!!

Kim ‘Kix’ and I, kidnapped Jesper ‘The Gimp’ (soundengineer) into our room at the hotel, and already hell is loose. In his enthusiasm, Kix smashes the lamp in the ceiling, with a pillow. Well brought up by our folks, we clean the whole mess up, by sweepin’ the broken glass under the bed.
At five o’clock in the morning, the firealarm goes off at the hotel. A brigt light flashes up the room and a high-pitched tone fills our ears with pain. Kix gets up in a hurry, The Gimp sleeps tight, and I jump up, tear open my guitarcase and start adjusting my guitar and effectpedal knobs. Kix asks me what on earth I’m doin’. I answer: My guitar is feedin’, I gotta do something about it!!!

Kix talks some sense into me, but I’m already standin’ under the alarm, jumpin’ up and down, waving my hand, trying somehow, to stop it. It turns out that I was sleepwalkin’, in some way dreaming that it was my guitar squeelin’ and not the alarm….

I had no idea of what was goin’ on, until we were out on the street and the firebrigade showed up at the hotel… It turned out to be a false alarm though. Lucky for us!

Mikkel: The epo-555 concert at Pianos was mighty fine. The best part for us was the fact that the nicest couple and their little puppy dog that we’d met the day before at the scummiest bar in NYC’s Mars Bar showed up and smiled and bought our CD and everything. On the business front I am told that the bats took the bait or at least sniffed at it with every intention of maybe taking a bite someday in the not to near future. I think that our companions in SoulParlour needed a little more meat on the hook, so to speak.
Atomic: The highlight of our trip to NYC, was, or should have been the showcase at Pianos. It turned out pretty bad, though. We played one of our few legendary bad shows. The crowd seemed to like it, but we had one of those days you just wanna forget about. Anyway, Jon Spencer was there and he liked it, which is cool, as we’re supporting Blues Explosion i May…
The last days in the Big Apple were spent in the usual way. Lots and lots of walkin´, talkin’ coffeedrinkin’, smokin’, nosepickin’ and….visitin’ the USS Intripid. This massive carrier, now serving as warmuseum, participated in WW2. Kix, The Gimp and I threw 18 bucks out the window, as it turned out that the ship was transformed into what resembled a livingroom. Nice thick carpet all over and plenty of ridiculous children activities, with plenty of screamin’ kids… All the interesting parts of the ship, such as the engineroom, were closed to the public. The mess (kitchen) was even turned into a freakin’ McDonalds restaurant… How cool is that?!!!?
Mikkel: However, no 4 days in la Pommes Grande last 4ever. But who cares when the next stop on the Historic Route 555 is Austin?
AUSTIN, TEXAS

Atomic: Farewell NYC, hello Austin! We’re back in Texas, we’ve come home…

Mikkel: Basically Austin is a lot of sheds for the tired gold diggers to sleep in, a lot of bars for the lucky gold diggers to get unlucky and a giant milkshake donated by the citizens of Gotham City. Due to a crushing lack of the noble metal all the gold diggers have left town to be inhabited by the nicest people in the world, NYC included. Austin is an Oasis of Knowledge in the middle of bad Bush land. And in the days of the SXSW the kettle is boiling: Hopeful stylish bands everywhere… Fancy parties with free beer and the chance to spot Frodo on each corner… Regular companies trying to throw their merchandise into the magic pot of recognition… Record companies trying to beat their competitors at seeing the right band at the right time in the right state of mind… $2 Texas size drinks… Beer and BBQ… Tacos from Heaven… Yes, Austin and its sweet inhabitants and odd ways are all you want when you’re out and about.
Atomic: Kix and I settled in at our hosts in the outskirts of Austin. Now came the time to slow down the pace and relax… Sun, warm weather, friendly people and $2 margaritas at Hickory Street Bar & Grill beats everything else…

Mikkel: We were picked up by our magnificent hosts at the airport and drove straight to a Mexican restaurant. Apparently the airline had forgotten about the concept “food” and thus, we were all close to feeling the foul stench of Death’s breath. There’s nothing a couple of tacos can’t cure and after being salvaged by sheer goodness we all went to a bar.
This I’m writing to y’all, because it is so very descriptive of our days in the southwest Texas. Texan Restaurants and Texan bars, one more plentiful than the other, the other more rich than the third. What more could you possibly want? Perhaps a visit by your oldest friend? Yessir, thank you, and welcome to Jeremy.
Atomic: We were determined to take revenge for the poor show in New York. Yebo got us all a good luck charm, to protect and guide us to the right path. It worked out fine! We blew up The Drink on 6th street with a balls out, asskickin’, R’n’R-show! The Drink was filled to the limit and we played to the limit and beyond.
There’s just something about SXSW, an unexplainable feeling, which gets out the very best in you. This is R’n’R heaven indeed! Just take a stroll down 6th street, pick a joint, and let yourself be entertained by the most cool, weird, hardrockin’ and footsstompin’ bands you’ll ever find, all gathered in one place. Yihaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, motherfucker!
Mikkel: The concert (the actual reason for being there) was being held at the Drink on 6th street, and we were part of the Nordic glue stick. Virtually all stages are made of whatevers and monkeybusiness so you can’t expect good sound. In fact, you can’t expect much at all. Massive competition from more than 1300 other bands should be enough.
However, we had a really good concert. Thanks to Jesper ‘Lydmand’ (Atomic: Aka. The Gimp), our sound engineer, everything went according to plan and people were quite happy. Camilla was being described as the new American Icon by a presumably pretty intoxicated record-something-something. How nice of him. Yes, we did feel some sort of hype…some day, some day we will conquer the world! And why not?
Atomic: No visiting Austin, without visiting the legendary Continental Club. Kix, Jacob, The Gimp and I spent our last night in Texas checkin’ out some cool siliconecountry at it’s best. It all climaxed that night when Kix and I got tattoed at Bart Willis tattoo-joint, right next to the club…
A perfect souvenir of yet another magical trip to Austin…
Mikkel: Ok, the trip across the Atlantic Ocean came to an end. All good things tend to do that. We all spend one more day in Austin, relaxing and digesting the enormous amount of input, seeing the New York Dolls, running into enthusiastic people from the day before, seeing Australians and eating their BBQ and steeling their shoes. And finally, a toast…a toast to life in the Drink with happy news and good music and good people and drunk men and beer and shots and journalists under cover and tittiebars and all that stuff that keeps Austin weird.

We can’t wait till next year!

From the Archives: The diarrhea diaries – a Northatlantic odyssé (by crunchy.dk 25. October 2004)

epo-555 and PowerSolo tellin’ it like it is
As promised here are the honest to Thor true accounts from Mikkel Max and Kim Kix about the Crunchy Frog all star journey to Reykjavik and New York City. Max and Kix from epo and PowerSolo respectively divulge their thrills, chills and spills from both continents and a vulcanic island in between. A sordid but interesting tale laced with Vodka Lemonade and Rock and/or Roll. Read it and weep (if you weren’t there yourself).

(Just to set the chronology and facts straight: PowerSolo and epo-555 like the royal family took seperat planes. Therefore PowerSolo arrived in Reykjavik and New York a day before epo.)

Thursday October 7th
Kim Kix: Thursday the 7th. Oct. Bo and I boarded the ferry boat to Zealand as we were heading for Papa’s (The Great Nalna) place to hook up with him and eat a good roast pork sandwich before driving to the Copenhagen Airport. We met with Jens, Yebo and Jessica and boarded the plane to Reykjavik.

A quick 2 ½ hour flight, a couple of drinks and a plastic meal. Of course the meal consisted of 96,3% cheese and only 3,7% non lethal products.

We arrived to Reykjavik in the evening. It was really cold so we were all happy to see Thor’s apartment (Thor was our great Icelandic host). We’d bought some bottles of wine and a flask of Tennessee for Thor, but we ended up drinking all of it and hit the bed way too late (early?) around 5 in the morn. Didn’t see anything of the Great Iceland…. But! We had some of that dried fish. HWUUAaaaahh!!!!!????

Friday October 8th
Kim Kix: At 7 O’clock we landed at JFK airport in New York. We were all a bit busted after the flight so it was really nice to answer 584 questions and have two fingers in you asshole at the US-immigration. Papa, Bo and I had a pretty wet flight. In lack of good food we’d ordered good wine instead. There was a stupid movie on the screen which we didn’t see and to avoid getting a numb ass and getting too bored – advice no. 1 is: Alcohol.
One of the stewardesses reminded us at a time that we’d already had ordered 18 bottles – we told her that we were nervous of flying so we ordered three more and that was it.

We checked in at the Sohotel (Soho) and headed for some schweinbrat. The heavy brothers (Papa & Yebo) recommended the Great Jones bar and restaurant. Having been regular customers there for more than six years they should know. We all had some bar-b-q, chicken and pork. And after the very delicious meal we drank some of the great Jones Vodka Lemon (80% vodka 10% lemon, the rest is in your head!!!). Aaaaahhh they sure can make goooood drinks at Jones – my new favourite place!!!

Saturday October 9th
Mikkel Max: Having spend an intoxicating night at our Icelandic friend’s in Reykjavik we arrived in New York City and headed straight to the bar in which the Frogs and Powersolo had been studying the drinks’ menu intensely for a day only to discover that Powersolo had gone home, drunk and unsavoury and the Frog and Frogette were toasted, roasted and boasted. We were soon to learn why: Great Jones’ Vodka Lemonade. The most nutritious drink in the world, the diamond dew on naked virgins’ nipples, oh yes, and it is through the lense of this monkey business that the tour is to be viewed.

Kim Kix: Having two days to spend before the first show at Pianos we thanked the Lord for giving us jetlags. Both Saturday and Sunday we woke up at 6 am. Except Jens of course, he can sleep anytime anywhere, ha, ha. Oh… I almost forgot that we spent the Saturday night at the Great Jones again. Only this time we never got anything to eat. When we got there, we went to the bar as we were waiting for Jens who was buying a new pair of slacks. We didn’t even have to wave before the bartender slammed three Margaritas on the desk. We thought: WOW! He’s nice, offering drinks while we’re waiting for a table. We fools, the bartender excused that he’d make us believe the drinks were free. He just thought that it was our ordering. What the hell – he picks a drink for us, we’re gonna finish it. But when you start with margaritas at the Great Jones Bar and Restaurant you finish with margaritas. So in the first hour Papa, Bo, Jens and I had four drinks each.( Jones margarita: 80% Tequila (good tequila), 10% Cointreau, 9% lemon. The rest is in your brain). By the time Jessica and Yebo came we were all completely pissed drunk. I think we ordered some hot wings and a couple more drinks – but around 8 pm I was too fucking drunk to talk or to smile, so I just took off in running pace towards the Sohotel where I threw up and went straight to bed, ha, ha… Jesus. What a fucking night. Bo fell off the bar stool half an hour after I left. He was even more drunk than I was and Papa was worried that Bo wouldn’t make it to the hotel, so he walked him home, leaving Jens to pay the last drinks and the hot wings. Poor guy, we owe him one I guess.

Mikkel Max: OK, Saturday, arrival. We got ripped off in a taxi bringing us to Brooklyn and then Manhattans Lower East Side. $130. Phew! But then again, we weren’t paying for the cool apartment that we were borrowing for a week. Ron Pompei, the owner whom we’ve never met, had been so kind as to show us complete and utter confidence. Unpacked and ran to the bar. The Solos had gone, but that just left us with more drinks to exterminate, digest and forget about. Vodka Lemonade, you evil friend.

Sunday October 10th
Kim Kix: Sunday morning Bo, Papa and I woke up at 6 am. Again! By 6.30 we were walking on the Manhattan Bridge. The weather was really nice and the city was still asleep. Walking around Soho, NYC at this time of day is really special. It’s so calm that it is almost spooky, but you get to see the city in a whole different way. When you watch the people… It’s like one of those zombie movies where the living dead walk in the streets in slow motion….MWAAAAooorrg!!?. Anyway we walked the whole way to Brooklyn and had breakfast there. Killer breakfast I must say. Steak and eggs and lots of (weak) coffee.
After a smoke and a break, we walked over the historical Brooklyn Bridge back to Manhattan. What a building. I saw a documentary on making of the bridge a few weeks ago, and it really impressed me how detailed it is when you come close to it. Many workers lost their lives in the pressure chambers under the water during the building period. It must without doubt have been one of NYC biggest construction achievements in the city’s history.
After that Papa wanted to show us Jeremy’s Alehouse, Lower East Side I think. A place where you get the biggest and heaviest drafts in NYC. Unfortunately it was closed.

Then we took a stroll up Wall Street to Ground Zero.
In the afternoon we went out to put posters for the Piano’s show the next day. After hard work we rewarded ourselves with a visit at NYC swampiest bar. The Mars Bar. One little rectangular room with a wooden bar desk with messages, names and dirty words carved in the wood and a big sign saying: “My bush would make a better president”, and of course, the VERY cheap Tennessee. They had a jukebox with all the Railthin’ Bros’ (Bo & I) favorites. The Cramps, Hank Williams, Dead Kennedy’s and even Thin Lizzi, ha, ha… Jens kept on playin’ a TL song over and over again and it pissed off the other costumers pretty much. To my joy there was a Godless Wicked Creeps record (my former band) in the juke. Someone had picked the “Sound of Speed” song from the Hystereo album.

Mikkel Max: Sunday…hmmm…late breakfast at Katz where some apparently highly skilled actress once faked an orgasm. Maybe because of the enormous amount of sausages and syrup that left our poor stomachs in doubt of the reason to live. We met Yebo and Jessie, los Froggies Supremos, who demanded that we be their slaves for a day. Naturally, we complied and left all of East Village wrapped in posters of our drop-in-the-ocean concerts so as to leave no doubt of our extreme sexiness. We love it! To show our gratitude we joined hands and mouths with our masters and the PowerLocos at Legendary Carmine’s where the plates are bigger than sombreros and more loaded with food than monkeys in heaven. This, of course, was beautifully garnished with a fine twist of that adorable lemonade at Great Jones’.

Monday October 11th
Mikkel Max: Right, so Monday was our first day of real work. Pianos’ in Ludlow Street 5 min. away from our apartment was the target. Everything was bound to be dead easy. Like peaches in cream. Like butter on corn on cobs. Like cows in the barn. Ok, first the keyboard won’t work; refuses to, in short. It turns out that airport security had dismantled all of Camilla’s gear and given it a “proper” treatment. After all, a neatly reassembled keyboard might jeopardize the safety of the land of the free. We fixed it like the true mechanics we’ve always been. Of course, we would have to have European voltage power. But the bastardos in NY left evil barriers to our true hero, Doc. Yebo. So he was late. And the band that was to warm up the coldness of the club stole, say, pretty much all of the time to test the sound, and every sound engineer in the world knows that we in the band are maddeningly time demanding, due to our complexity, some say. So, no sound check for us. However, these are merely bad excuses for our rude behaviour. Suffice to say that we played hmmm…a job that was…forgettable. Yes. No more no less. Plain boring. Not bad, but…well.

Kim Kix: The day of the first show at Pianos, Soho. It was going to be exciting to see how many people would show up. It was the Crunchy Frog label showcase so many label/business people were invited to the show. The line up was first, The Burning Primitive, then PowerOslo and epo-555, then after that a late showcase with some horrible shit. One beer ticket per person is what you get there, so a good advice is to keep that ticket in your pocket until you’re broke.

The shows went well. We kicked the devils ass once again and got new fans and a couple of enemies. Yebo and Jessi talked to a bunch of suits. But none of them was waving a check. At least not a valid one, ha, ha… Maybe there were 60 people all in all, and that’s pretty good for a Monday I guess. So a good night it was. Later Papa and I headed for the Great Jones. It was a really nice and quiet evening there. We had a couple of margaritas and we got to meet and say hi to Mark Eyeball (former Pavement bass player) who was working there. Nice guy.

Tuesday October 12th
Mikkel Max: Tuesday lies in blur. Everybody went around like ants looking at the wonders of NYC. Ebbe and Manja wanted to see Central Park and walked from Empire State Building and south for two straight hours before I met them and set them straight. OK, I know that not everyone can know where things are in the City of Monkeys but they had a map and a compass and Central Park is probably the single biggest thing in New York and the streets are divided into 1st, 2nd, 3rd street and so forth. They’re so sweet but damn…I’m happy that Ebbe is on a chair for our concerts. OK, enough of that mocking business. I myself managed to get my Visa Card maxed out that day which is not advisable in the City of Loads of Goodies so I shouldn’t be teasing. We had Indian food for dinner.

Kim Kix: Day off. I had some huge hangovers that day and the rest of the guys weren’t too alive either. We decided it was gonna be a no booze day. I spent most of the day at the hotel. I really needed to catch up a bit. Jens, Bo and Papa did some sightseeing around Manhattan. They went up the Empire State Building after qeueing for an hour and a half. They told they couldn’t see much because of the fog or the mist or whatever. Anyway I think they probably had a much much better afternoon than I had.
At the hotel we decided to go out and have a good steak. There was a restaurant guide in Jens’
“Welcome to NYC” book that was called Gallagher’s. An old famous restaurant, near Time Square and the Ed Sullivan Theatre. So we pretty much knew that it was gonna cost a fortune. Gallagher’s is an old restaurant since the 30’ies with a hall of fame known for it’s well hung T-bones and it’s long list of famous sportsmen and women, politicians, gangsters and movie stars who’s visited the place through out the years. We all had a 500 gram T-bone steak with mashed potatoes and mushrooms. It was a heavenly meal, and… yes! It cost a fortune to eat there but it was worth it.

Wednesday October 13th
Kim Kix: First day of the CMJ Music Marathon and second show for epo-555 and PowerSolo in the Empire State. The Crunchy showcase was to take place at the legendary Knitting Factory on lower east Manhattan. A big venue with three stages, on three different levels. We were playing in the smallest (100+ capacity). Kind of a dungeon but pretty cool with a shitty PA or almost none. We decided not to do any sound check before the show as it wouldn’t make any difference anyway. Worse for epo-666 who are really depending on good monitoring, they have an in-ear monitor system which they keep forgetting in a bag all the time, but when they have them it apparently works.

This night was a two beer ticket night – so it was gonna be alright. Yeah! We felt good and were ready to kick some butt. Jens, Bo and I had a good Mexican meal. Burritos, beans, burgers and chili. Just lay a good bottom before the show and the drinks.

emu-555 were starting the show at 8.00pm – it was gonna be exciting to see how many would show up. Fred Schneider of B52’s was there. He knows Yebo from when he was drumming in Junior Senior. Fred is a nice guy and he really hates Bush. No surprise. 8.00pm there’s about 30 people in the room. ebo-555 starts playing and people start coming in. eros-555 has a surprisingly good sound. Jesper (epo’s sound guy) must have been pulling hair during their 1 ½ hour sound check. But it worked and people, about 50+ were having a good time. So did epo-5555.

Mikkel Max: Energy is what comes of a boring concert. That is for us. If we’ve done something that we’re not too proud of we’ll of course want to prove that we are better than that. And Wednesday was no exception. We were going to play at the legendary Knitting Factory. How cool is that? Very! And Frog and Frogette had been working like neat little vibrating pleasers to heave the very best, cool and powerful people to the show. And who did we have to beat? Well, there was another show in town. The last debate between Trigger boy and Mr. Kerry…but hey, we’re almost a bit known in Denmark so why not? And I’ll be damned! People did show up and the ones who did got what they came for and then some. It was a night of glory and of heavy drinking. Of shaking hands with some of the coolest people in the whole wide world. Of more drinking. Of getting home somehow. After Vodka Lemonade at Jones’? I can’t remember. I seriously can’t remember.

Kim Kix: 8.45pm. 15 min. change over. 9.00pm. DONE! Rock’n’roll!!!! Playing backline equipment only. No front! First song was Baby You Ain’t Looking Right. I felt like this was gonna be the night of no return. I was sweating after the first song. That’s usually a good sign. The Atomic Child had this frantic look in he’s eyes, so I knew he was pure TNT. JC Benz was bent over his drum set, kickin’ and pounding like lobster in boiling water. Papa probably did one of his best soundman performances ever for PowerSoen. He couldn’t control anything from the deck so he was running back and forward every time there was a guitar part that had to be louder and turn the volume up on the amps. It was really funny ‘cause the stage was only 2 x 4 meters large. We played a very tight 40 minutes show. Too short if you ask me, I like it at least 50 or 55 minutes ‘cause I get warm after 15 min. hot at 35 min. I ignite at 50 and explode at 51 minutes in the show…. the time schedule was very tight, so that’s the way it was but people really got into it.

Thursday October 14th
Mikkel Max: Thursday…the last night in the land of Donkeys. And what did we do? We took the ferry to Staten Island and back because it’s just about the only free thing to do in New York and we were getting as poor on money as Europe on foreign policy. But hey…it was the last night, so we closed our eyes on monetary facts and had a wonderful dinner at Acme with the Powertools and the heavenly blessed Yebsica. Plenty of ribs, chicken, beer, drinks, TUNA, hot sauce, smiles and more. And then where? Of course…Great Jones’ VL…hmmm! For Camilla and Ebbe the night ended in a freakish party where they had their free vodka-shots poured from Camilla’s high heel shoes.

Friday October 15th
Mikkel Max:: Transportation is boring and even more boring to write about.

Saturday October 16th
Kim Kix: We flew from NYC at 8.00pm and landed in Reykjavik at 6am. Thor (our fantastic host) picked us up and drove us to his place. We went to bed early so to speak, but it was really important to get a couple of hours before the sound checks and all that.In the evening Thor had arranged a big Icelandic bar-b-q for us all. His uncle had helped him slaughter a lamb. He’d chopped it up and marinated it early in the morning so that it was ready to cook in the evening. I never tasted so delicious lamb before in my life, we had many bottles of good wine and there was enough beer and whiskey too. It was the best start on an evening that was going to by legendary.

We had done interviews with the national newspapers and radio so the show was well exposed. Grand Rokk is a real cool venue with two bars, one down stairs and one upstairs inside the venue. This was the first night on the tour we got free beer. Woohoo!
There was a support band called Dikta, then epo-555 and then us.Very nice guys those Diktas. They provided full backline. Thank you again for that!
The shows in Reykjavik are usually very late and no different on this night. Diktas started at 11.30 and epo-565 at 12.30 and then us at 2.00 am. We had a special treat for the Icelandic people that night, but it was all stopped before it began by our label, earlier in the evening when somebody had leaked top secret information from the Powerso inner circle.
Fuck! Our plan was to dress up SM muscle homo style – leather suits and rivets and big oily boots, (that’s what people want!!) but unfortunately Crunchy Cock didn’t let our artistic freedom untouched.

Mikkel Max: We slept on the plane. And when we got to Reykjavik we slept some more. When we woke up we went straight to Grand Rokk to make the sound check, which proved to us that we are not the only ones that sometimes need a bit of time to make our sound tolerable. Powersolo spend nearly two hours which again meant that we had to wait intolerably long to get to the Lamb BBQ Supreme that Thor, our Icelandic God had slaughtered with a sabre of lava.

Mikkel Max: OK, maybe the missing house sound engineer had something to do with the delay too, but harassing Powersolo about being sissies must be the meaning of life. The one that our sausages and syrup in Katz had disturbed so well. What is left to say? Well, the job in the club went absolutely schmungoodilligood. I believe we showed the Icelandic people that music does not only derive from cold islands.

Kim Kix: Well, I’m not gonna review the shows, but I can tell you that we were fuckin’ good. The venue was full and the audience was sweating, drinking, yelling, laughing and moaning. The owner of the club kept serving us beer so that at a given time JC, Bo and I had four or five beers each. So we started poring beer to the people. We played a 1 hour 45 min. set and it got crazier and crazier. We even did two brand new improvisations – a boogie and some offbeat blues fucker tune. When we played “Party In A Box” Yebo came up and started playing the floor tom along side with JC. The room was boiling. I remember thinking that if some crazy girl from the crowd would jump on me and start sucking my dick, she would drown in balls-sweat..!

We did the “Juanito” song a second time on request from the owner. He said “- If you play Juanito one more time for me, I’ll book you again in December and I’ll pay well!-“ So we just played the fuck outta Juanito one more time (we’re in it for the money!). We played an Extreme Living Room version and I threw my guitar on the floor and started undressing while two or three ice cold Reykjavik chicks started licking my salty torso. Bo and Jens just took it to hell! We all exploded in “Mean Ole Cat”, the last song. BOOM!

Sunday October 17th
Mikkel Max: That’s it. We’re back. It’s weird. Denmark is definitely not New York City and most certainly not Reykjavik. But we brought home a tiny bit of every place in our memories. Isn’t that nice?

Kim Kix: It’s been really good days and if Crunchy ask us to do it again, we’ll probably say: “-…OK…“

— and here from Crunchy HQ let’s once again clap our hands in honour of Icelandair who gave us wings to cross the oceans and supply both the Vikings and the Yankees with some crisp sounds.

From the Archives: Cph – Reykjavik – New York City! (by crunchy.dk 4. October 2004)

The Crunchy Oddyssé continues!

Just back from Popkomm in Berlin the Crunchy crew is now ready for yet another extended field trip – this time to CMJ in New York City and the picturesque Iceland afterwards. Our two newest signings epo-555 and PowerSolo are coming along to play on these following dates:
Oct. 11th at Pianos, 158 Ludlow St, NYC (6.30 pm)

Oct. 13th at Knitting Factory, 74 Leonard St, NYC (8 pm)

Oct. 16th at Grand Rokk, Smidjustigur 6, Reykjavik (9 pm)

We hope that this Trans-atlantic mini-tour will bring even more crunchy awareness to both the American and the Icelandic people and we look forward to present these two supreme Danish acts…and finally, lots of shout-outs to Icelandair who’s kindly supporting this tour.

From the Archives: VibraCrunch6 ROCKED y’all! (by crunchy.dk 18. August 2004)

People, people, PEOPLE! Thank you one and thank you all for a most memorable day and night. Both the bands and the fans were all part of making VC6 the best one ever. We have no way of measuring how many was there but we estimate that during the whole day about 5000 people must have visited Bastionen. Some hung out all day and some just drifted to and from and checked their favourites out. All seemed to enjoy the good weather and the excellent cast of bands. Here is a report for all of you poor sods that missed out.

A central hang out between the two stages was the merchandise booth. Here it is manned by Thomas and Soren from the Crunchy Frog staff. Thomas, by the way, is talking to Kale, the mother of Yebo and Nalna – two of the founding fathers of Crunchy Frog. During the day several of the band members were present and met with friends and fans. One of the good things about VibraCrunch: the back stage area is so small that it is usual for the bands to actually come out and see each others’ shows and get drunk off their asses with all us other music lovers.

First band on was the totally terrific trio Talking To Teapots. They are Swedish last we checked, but entered the stage saying “Hello, we are from Poland”. MAD hatters alright. But not as mad as their special brand of music. Some sort of mix between The Beatles and The Residents. Reminiscent of the Copenhagen band TWANG you could say.

Talking To Teapots was the perfect band to kick off the whole thing, and they did a remarkable job before packing their stuff and going right to the Emmaboda Festival where they were to play later the same day.

As first band on the indoor stage the growing audience experienced Moon Gringo. The lead singer Mette and her boy-toy Anders (guitar+voc) had flown in from Berlin especially for their VC6 show. We were most grateful for this as was the rest of the band, who without the singers of the band would have had to do 40 minutes of instrumental euro-dance along the lines of, say, Eiffel 65. Thankfully this did not happen, and the MGs did a cool show. Great sound, strong performances and lotsa fine tunes from their latest album “Ingrid Superstar”.
After Moon Gringo left the stage it was time for a small set from Learning from Las Vegas’ lead singer and songwriter. Klaus Mandal Hansen is hands down one of the most talented songwriters in Denmark. Today he did a small acoustic set which really brought out the fine lyrics in the songs, and actually suited his voice really well. An intimate and poetic little concert for a seated audience enjoying the sun and cold beers. What more could you ask for?

Next band up was Sandy Mouche – local heroes from Malmö. The beautiful singer Helena in front made a great impression on the many Danes, that probably had never witnessed SM’s sweet sweet brand of pop music. Several songs were in French, which was a nice touch. For some reason girls singing in French is just, well, a really nice touch.

Sterling’s lead singer Mads took full advantage of the nice weather and sported a white badminton suit and red maracas. Apparently he’s trying to put some distance between himself and his moniker “The fat boy from Sterling” – and what can you say: there’s not one ounce of fat on that hunky body of his. He is indeed good enough to eat. Mmmmm.

Sterling had a really good show with great sound and lots of energy that beamed into the receptive crowd. Danish lyrics, indie pop and analog synthesizers is the mark of honour for the 4 piece band – at this occation joined by a keyboard player by the name of “He Who Rock!”

You can aaaalways count on an entertaining show from the skinny brothers and chickenman. The threepiece tour de force from Club Crisp. Yes! We are talking about the Power of Solo. The Soul of Powwow. The band you hate to hate. The band you love to love. That’s POWERSOLO! Yeah!

Kim Kix, Atomic Child and Jens Benz (and Fzattebassen stroking a gentle Moog bass off stage) blasted the crowd to oblivion with hits such as “Juanito”, “Oak Tree Girl” and “Kat Nazer”, plus old favourites such as “Stupid Little Bitch” (always dedicated to Grandma) and “Asshole”. If you haven’t witnessed the hillbilly genius of their spring album “It’s Raceday” then go out and buy it NOW!

All the way from Stockholm came Radio LXMBRG. A band we discovered recently at Crunchy Frog when their 3 track demo came our way. At once we tried to book them for VibraCrunch6 and luckily they agreed to take the journey for the benefit of the VC6 visitors. Sweet melodies and interesting soundscapes. Easy to listen to and easy to love. The Radio LXMBRG proved a most enjoyable relaxing experience between the actionpacked hi-energy shows from PowerSolo and Tiger Tunes.
Why is it always such a treat to watch a Tiger Tunes show? Apart from the actual music, which is great of course, it must be the fact that these guys seem to actually LOVE LOVE LOVE to play. Smiling faces all around. The sheer pleasure of making loud noises and making people dance and clap their hands seems to be the energy that gets Tiger Tunes going. Well, it is something of a treat isn’t it? Kaare – always the dandy – was wearing a Hawaii flower necklace and stirring up a frenzied crowd. The songs are a wee bit crazy and – between us – so is the band, but their melodies are sheer pop power. You gottta love them.
Bob Log III is something of a phenomenon. A one man band in an Evil Knievel suit and a pilots helmet with a telephone melted into the plastic shield. Performing rustling slide guitar sitting down playing a kick drum and cymbal with his feet + operating a prehistoric drummachine as well. All of this resulting in a most entertaining mayhem of screething almost inaudible vocals, fast pounding beats and deft fingerpickin’. At one point Bob got up and proclamed his 16$ spare guitar the cheapest piece of shit being played on VibraCrunch. He might be right about that even though Jon Spencer’s legendary Korean guitar he uses in Blues Explosion is supposed to have been purchased for a similar amount (sounding way better). Another of Bob’s great party tricks is to get two girls to sit on his lap while he plays a song. At this picture he is in Boob Scotch Heaven strumming along with a couple of chicks bouncing up and down in front of him.
Local boys Niccokick proved to be a huge draw for the Malmö crowd. When it was time for their show the tent was packed, and stayed that way the rest of the night. With their blend of indie rock they had the fans going from start to finish.
As the night started to fall the newest addition to the Crunchy family entered the out door stage. The summer night was a perfect setting for the eclectic pop sounds from epo-555.

This band is quickly gathering a good fan base – and with good cause. Their show at Roskilde festival received 6 out of 6 stars and the show at VC6 was in many peoples opinion way better. Intimate, poetic but also powerful and noisy at times. A magical sonic universe that continues to please and surprise you.

epo-555’s debut-album “Dexter Fox” is going to be released next month, and this night they gave several samples of the rich and varied flavours it contains. Here at Crunchy Frog we can only recommend that you buy at least 10 copies when it is out on September 13th.

Here is the lady of the beat Camilla “I was young and needed the money” Florentz in a focused moment playing her miniature keyboards during the highly addictive “Pre-Emptive Stroke”, which is the first single from the album.

As a symbol not only of the brotherhood of the Danes and the Swedes but also of the two soul mate record labels Crunchy Frog and Vibrafon Records (the two labels that started VibraCrunch 6 years ago) The Tremolo Beer Gut took over the main stage at 10.30 pm. Featuring The Great Nalna on lead guitar and Bas Morgansen on organ and percussion, two of the owners of each label was present on the stage at the same time to give the audience all the old school surf & western they could just about take without bursting in ecstacy. At this point the festival site was getting so crowded that the security guards had to close the entrance. A lot of people had to see the last shows from the outside the fence turning the adjoining closed street into one big block party.

As an added bonus the king of suave, the secret son of Elvis, the very cool Mr. Jon Spencer joined TBG for two songs: “Tahonga Lounge Babe” and the Beer Guts rendition of Blues Explosion’s “She Said”. The stuff of legend, kids! So damned cool! for the very last song Dr. Neuss even laid down a mean theremin adding the last touch of hysteria… and then everybody burst in ecstacy. And that, Ladies and Gentlemen, is how it’s done!

You love Money Your Love and they love you. That is the way of the world and there ain’t no two ways about it. Money Your Love was last band on the outdoor stage. The crowd at this point was ready to get down to the danceable beats and melodic songs. The 3 hipsters in MYL did their best to give the crowd no good reason not to dance, and all the beer everybody had been drinking all day didn’t hurt either. All in all a hot show, that unfortunately was cut short by the stage manager. The thing was that due to some misunderstanding the last band on the other stage started a couple of minutes early. This shouldn’t have meant that MYL couldn’t finish their set, but – alas – it did. Apologies for that, but just all the more reason for y’all to get on out there and see the next Money show anywhere near you! (this picture by Signe Pedersen)
Last band of head liner of VibraCrunch6 was of course the Blues Explosion. Even though the band was on a promotion tour (and not doing shows) they agreed to come to VibraCrunch and give it hell as a special favour. What a goddamned TREAT people! The BX hasn’t played in Malmö for ages, and it’s been even longer since their last legendary show at Loppen in Copenhagen. And they came back in style. Fit, bold and mean. Classic tracks and loads of tunes from the forthcoming “Damage” album. Action, danger and pure rock’n’roll poured from the stage and into the grateful crowd.

What an incredible end to a wonderful day. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

Crunchy love goes out to all the participants. See you next year we hope!