gern machen wir heute auf das ganz frische "story video" von the burning hell aufmerksam. der track "the stranger" gehört auf das via bb*island veröffentlichte album "public library", wir hatten im märz ausführlich berichtet, und seine geschichte wurde von der band bzw. ihrem bandleader in aller ausführlichkeit niedergeschrieben:
It was a wet and slishy-slushy winter dayWhen the strangers came to stayA man in black from head to toe with a lady by his sideI knew she was a lady, I had a lady-spotting guideHe said pardon, if you please, our train has run out of steamAnd left us in this lonesome village for the evening it would seemWe looked for a hotel but we were told they'd all closed downDue to the economic crisis that we've heard so much aboutI took pity on the strangers standing in the melting snowI said mi casa es su casa, make yourself at homeHe said I speak a little Spanish, though my second language is françaisEt vous êtes très gentil, merci pour votre hospitalité.I said no need to merci me, just come in from the coldTell me a little of your travels on the icy iron roadWe sat down around the fire and as I hung their overcoatsHe began to tell their story with this sentence, and I quote:The words we speak here are top secret, meant for private earsBut our lives are in grave danger from a band of privateersSo we must take you in our confidence, we are in mortal fear of dying.(Dying!)I then figured them for bandits or confidence artistesWhen I saw the two-tone collar I knew he was a ska fan or a priestHe noticed me notice and said I observe your observationOf the sartorial memorial of my spiritual vocationI wear this habit out of habit, my service has been shoddyAs you can maybe guess I can't resist the temptations of the bodyTo my ex-boss Old Jeezy this is yesterday's newsBut yes, this lady is my lover and I am her lover tooIt all started last Shrove Tuesday when as per my holy mandateI was munching on a luncheon at the International House of PancakesI ran out of maple syrup so I approached the nearest patronsA gorilla of a man and a lady eating eggs and baconShe passed me her maple syrup and as our fingers briefly brushedI felt a feeling in my face I'd never felt, yes I blushedMy heart began ballooning and my brow began to sweatLooking deep into the eyeballs of this beautiful brunetteMoments later we were tangled in my cassock in the canShe said I love a man in uniform I said I hope this is God's planShe said her name was Ann, I said call me Father Daniel or just Dan.(Dan!)She grabbed my hand, said Dan, I gotta blow this popsicle stand (she meant the IHOP)We were running out the back door before I yelled out Jesus! and I stoppedI felt something sticky on my palms, I was afraid it was stigmataBut it was just a little maple so we jumped in her MiataWe sped off for the mountains and extramarital shenanigansWe stayed up 'til dawn going over and over and over the plan againWe'd run away to Monaco to elope on her uncle's yachtWe'd start a new life in the principality with the money that she'd gotBut her ex-boyfriend the gorilla from the pancake house got windBy the threatiness of his death threats I could sense he felt chagrinedHe tracked me down at the Riviera as I was about to say I doWith a band of bandit buddies from his criminally misspent youthThey opened fire on our wedding but we escaped into the seaWhen the coast was clear we caught the first train out but now you seeI know they can't be far behind, these goons are gonna gun me downWe're like sitting duckish lovebirds in this extremely safe feeling townThe worst part is the gorilla has been ordained as a deaconAnd he's got some spiritual spies supporting the havoc he's been wreakingA cruel clergy of crime out for blood, and I'm speaking of mine.(Mine!)There was an awkward silence as the ex-priest finished talkingHis fiancee excused herself to change into a drier pair of stockingsI got up from my chair and I walked over to the cabinetI was looking for a couple of holy relics I remembered that I had in itThen I turned, with a crucifix-shaped pistol my hand and my zucchetto on my headHis eyes widened as I crossed myself, I raised the gun and saidSometimes we search for safety and we find only greater dangerSo let this be a lesson to you: never talk to strangers.
wir schrieben damals dazu: "the stranger" etwa ist eine saftige folk-blues- rock- nummer, die geschichte ist alles andere als schnell erzählt, mit 'murder mystery' (wie alle anderen songs auch einem literaturgenre zugeordnet wurden: coming-of-age-story, romance...) überschrieben und bedarf mindestens 700 worte. trompeten bremsen nicht aus, blechern das drumming, die gitarren schraffieren den rhythmus, an dem sich mathias kom entlang hangelt, um der moritat herr zu werden. die bildhafte sprache macht staunen, insbesondere sie ohne weiteres in das korsett des musikalischen begleitprogramms gepresst zu sehen."
die band kommt demnächst auch wieder auf tour, deshalb flink die daten notiert:
29.11.16 Bremen, Litfass (Mathias Kom SOLO + Support Nick Ferrio)
30.11.16 Kassel, Kafe am Weinberg (Mathias Kom SOLO + Support Nick Ferrio)
01.12.16 Düsseldorf, Kassette (Mathias Kom SOLO + Support Nick Ferrio)
11.12.16 Köln, Gebäude 9 (+ The Wave Pictures)
12.12.16 Göttingen, Musa
13.12.16 Wetzlar, Franzis
14.12.16 Schorndorf, Manufaktur
15.12.16 Dresden, Beatpol
16.12.16 Berlin, Marie-Antoinette
17.12.16 Hamburg, Kleiner Donner
18.12.16 Lauenau, Kesselhaus