#Konzert

Qando Quando. Let it hang in a dignified way. Loosen up the upper buttons with the homies and release the nine-to-five pork rind. After all, winter is coming with a grunt, and the transformation from sun-baked happy piglet to depressive spectre needs to be slowed down.
So, dear people, let’s rumble into an all-round feeling of well-being!
Let IHLZ accompany you with his singing songwriter’s mouth sounds and a guitar from the shitty office to the nice Isla Bonita.
Oh lovely, wasn’t it Sabrina? Yes, Andy! That was great! Now quickly to the bar and pretend to take a steam bath before the Liquid Sound Therapy of Modern Talkings begins! Straight performance art you can trust. And look! Oh! Immediately afterwards, 1000 pores open in the moshpit during the sauna game! Let you wankers scream at you and glide in the sense-stimulating stream of synthesizer/postpunk/Schlagerpop buzz towards high-end relaxation.
When your cramping fists loosen around the Limoncello-Spritz bucket because muscular hands dig into your fucked-up fascia and Amani Alquatrani plays her favourite songs, you know it’s wellness in the red salon and you can go home. <3