BUBONIX

In the organizer's words:

BUBONIX from Limburg are back. Dynamic, fresh and reflective. The look may have changed after the departure of Nenad Grbavac and Sara de Castro, but the idea and the music have remained the same. The new beginning was tackled with guitarist Sascha Bonnemann from Toxoplasma.

Old street dog wisdom: The best parties are always the ones you're not invited to. You don't have to worry about your evening attire, you don't have anything in your hand that could serve as a souvenir apart from a half-full, stale beer, you help yourself to the host's liquor cabinet as a matter of course, you leave a bar of Mittelstrahl in the toothbrush cup as a surprise for the day after and, above all, you dance on all the tables in such a way that you always end up head first in the wedding punch bowl. After all, the audience should be able to remember this wonderful evening. BUBONIX have been doing the same thing for years, watching the wedding crasher procedure outlined above through subculture-scene 3D glasses with a bag of popcorn in hand. That band-turned-voodoo-ceremony of punk and hardcore around vocalist and showpiece wild sow Thorsten Polomski has always made the biggest impression at every party, even though (or perhaps precisely because) they never really fit in anywhere.

Negative Approach, anyone? Did someone over there shout Misfits? Am I listening to Black Flag? 7 Seconds, dear listeners? Darkest Hour? Minor Threat? Old Anthrax? Hammerhead? Or even pig rock borrowings from Gluecifer, The Bronx or Zeke?

Their latest release "Through The Eyes" by Kurt Ebelhäuser and Michel Wern impressively captures the live power of BUBONIX and paints the old school walls in a modern way, only to tear them down again immediately afterwards.

What Markus Klees, Sascha Bonneman, Oliver Kunz, Hermann Weier and Thorsten Polomski perform here is so damn compelling and good that it is only logical that BUBONIX have found the perfect label home for the album in Alex from Pascow and Jürgen Schattner aka Kidnap Music/Rookie Records.

Lyrically, BUBONIX are people who have no problem tackling things and getting their unwashed hands even dirtier. According to their own statement, punk doesn't HAVE to do anything, but it can do a whole lot. And the socio-political DIY gesture has always been: clenched fists don't belong in trouser pockets and palaces, altars and borders are torn down so that you have bricks to throw or raw materials with which to build meaningful houses for those who need help. Everything for everyone. Love for everyone. No matter what disposition. Except for Nazis, conservatives and backward-looking traditionalists.

Welcome back, BUBONIX... oh no: FUCK LOVE, MAKE VIOLENCE TO ÄRSCHE! (Ingo Donot)