WELTTURBOJUGENDTAGE XX - Ausverkauft! THE GOOD THE BAD AND THE ZUGLY, MARCH, LOCAL SUPPORT

https://www.weltturbojugendtage.de Local Support LOCAL SUPPORT is your new favorite hardcore band! It sounds like Negative Approach and Minor Threat formed a new band in Berlin-Neukölln! MARCH After 10 years of tireless touring and three critically acclaimed albums, MARCH have established themselves as an integral part of the European punk rock scene. This Dutch-Belgian quartet draws on the freshest elements of rock and punk to give their songs a raw edge, catchy hooks, and a positive message. Their goal: to make you rock out harder, drive faster, and shake the dust off your bones—all while putting a big grin on your face. With singer Fleur’s unmistakably raw voice, combined with an overdose of crisp guitar riffs and an energetic rhythm section, MARCH delivers one of the most intense live shows this side of the Bronx. With hundreds of shows under their belt, the band has become a perfectly honed live machine that truly comes alive on stage. The Good the Bad and the Zugly THE GOOD THE BAD AND THE ZUGLY (or GBZ) were once the annoying side project for bands like Gluecifer, Turbonegro, and Anal Babes—legends of the Oslo punk scene of the 1990s, a time when punk rock was all about pure nihilism and hellish violence. Today, after five studio albums and a decade of touring Norway and Europe, these now middle-aged Oslo punks have been mercilessly struck by the harsh realities of a midlife crisis. As with many formerly uncompromising punk bands, one might think that such a decline in the name of rock would mean musical impotence—and that the five members would slip into self-pity, diaper changes, heteronormative insecurity stemming from blurring gender roles, mortgages and rising interest rates, marital problems, and physical decline. Aside from the fact that some of this is actually true, the pitch-black satire that has defined the band since its inception has, if anything, become even sharper—in keeping with the growing bitterness that now accompanies the five hemorrhoid-plagued Hadeländinge. The tempo of the songs picks up, the guitar riffs become more urgent, and the vocals more desperate. And the song titles—long a trademark of GBZ—become even more absurdly apt.