In the organizer's words:

From the Cradle straight to Hell - The Devils at Betty's Black Pearl

Outstanding blues, served raw and with plenty of pepper: The Devils are one of those bands where you know after the first song that nothing will be predictable today. The guitarist in particular keeps the audience on constant alert - never boring, always surprising. Perhaps a little dirty, but certainly with discipline, pressure and razor-sharp arrangements. No hesitation, no sloppiness, no soft blues rock.

Musically, the Danes are oriented towards the darker chapters of blues history. Singer Søren Bruun, guitarist Lars Diers, bassist Christian Balder and drummer Magnus Söderberg confidently describe their style as "dirty blues rock". Genre boundaries? More like craft material. Cute? Certainly not. Love songs and tearful melancholy stay outside. Bruun hurls his voice through an old Green Bullet harmonica microphone, mastering an extremely distorted quartet sound that has nothing whatsoever to do with smoothly ironed blues productions. Instead: 1950s lo-fi transistor sound, uncompromising and hypnotic.

Their own songs? They don't need them. The Devils take harmonic classics by Slim Harpo, Kim Wilson, Magic Sam or Willie Dixon and give them a partly trance-like, wonderfully uncouth coating. The result: blues that scratches, grooves and sticks.

And as if that wasn't enough blues for one evening, we also send the Green Blues Band into the fray. Four guys and Alicia who play the blues so convincingly that you wonder whether they have secretly rehearsed with Muddy Waters - impossible in terms of time, but musically astonishingly plausible.

They don't flirt here, they work here: grooving rhythms, crisp riffs and a sound that smells more like smoky back rooms than polished stages. Blues without filters, without a safety net and without the slightest fear of it really rattling.

In short: The Green Blues Band doesn't warm you up - it pulls you in. Anyone who can still walk in a straight line afterwards has not been listening properly.

From the cradle straight to the bar of the Black Pearl. Blues approved.

We can promise you one thing: More blues is not possible.

The Black Pearl becomes the House of Blues.