HGich.T Live + Acid Aftershow - Lenovobeach Tour
The mad plan to let AI do all the work this time has failed. In the end, HGich.T had to step in again. Luckily! "Lenovobeach," the eighth studio album of the Hamburg music collective, sounds like the tender embrace of a stoned mother.
"Yes, boss. Thank you for everything," is said on "Lenovobeach," and with that, almost everything is said. The idea of letting ChatGPT do all the text and sound work this season and gradually replacing the entire band with avatars was well-intentioned (keyword: work-life balance), but in the end, DJ Hundefriedhof, Tutenchamun, Dr. Geilser, Nora Hardstyle, Katze Cozy, DJ Balmi, the beautiful Maike, Fosserill, 12Fingermann, Professor Sus- pect, Opa16, and the rest of the cuddly gang preferred to ensure that even 14 years after the release of the hit "Hauptschuhle," the hammer hits like twenty Buzkashi whips. Mission: completed.
"What the AI spat out sounded polished, calculating, and hyper-aestheticized; we could’ve just asked Maik Forster or whatever his name is," sums up Dr. Geilser, exhausted. "We have been forming a small exotic island for decades beyond filters, self-optimization madness, and 21st-century perfectionism for a reason." And it should stay that way: "Lenovobeach" was produced with much love over seven magical nights in a Portuguese beach cave and lures with life-affirming rave anthems ("Geistig am Start"), ecstatic stomp announcements ("UDO"), disturbing cuddle hits ("Merci Cherie"), socially critical bangers ("Saufe"), and the new summer hit "Lenovobeach," which is already playing up and down in "Pascha."
Robust and timeless like an old Lenovo, the keyboard ballad "Die schwarze Gitarre" comes in a swayable Count von Count style. The lyrics come from an old diary of Dr. Geilser.
The pièce de résistance of the new record is an ode to an important everyday object: the "adapter," which not only makes radio stations lick their fingers but also inspired "Die Gebrüder Brett" to make a fat remix.
Listening tip: "Geistig am Start" hypnotizes with sweet operatic singing (Nora Hardstyle), Portuguese chants, and disturbingly melodic Pied Piper of Hamelin vibes, served on a hammer-hard Hundefriedhof tongue that has no equal. Message: "We are the underdogs, we are the Mayday, we dance in the matrix, mentally on the start."
At the keyboard and mic (including "Adapter"), shines a lost son: Fosserill is back! For years, the quirky second mage of the great Vhagvam Swami had been missing in the bear country, occasionally working as his prompter. Now, "Fossi-Bär" can step out of the shadow of the grandmaster, who is currently enjoying his maternity leave. "Those at HGich.T always had such cheesy feet. But now it's better. So I'm back. And it rocks a lot," says Fosserill via ICQ. Tutenchamun also rises to his tasks: "After twenty years, I can finally recite Hauptschuhle by heart," rejoices the lovable scatterbrain frontman. Chapeau!
Press verdict – so far: "Goa, neon, and a hefty dose of trash (...) HGich.T – the loose collection of performance artists, musicians, and freaks – celebrates life, love, and maybe art (...) and tinkers in trashy attire on the thundering keyboard of bad taste," recently exclaimed the Saarbrücker Zeitung.
Doors open at 7 PM
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