A Belgian powerhouse packing tons of skills and experience. Three aces groove through the fine ages of rock and crank up contemporary yet timeless songs. Triggerfinger entered the Dutch festival circuit in full swing eight years ago at Speedfest. Since then they’ve become a massive attraction, so it’s an honour to welcome them back to the Klokgebouw.
They came out swinging in 2003 with a multi-million-selling debut album and the smash hit I Believe In A Thing Called Love. The Darkness propelled glam and classic rock back in the limelight with the flamboyance of 70s icons. Nowadays frontman Justin Hawkins still cuts a lean figure and his vocal range stays 10 on the Gillan-Mercury scale. Equally vital are the euphonic force of guitar brother Dan Hawkins and bass badass Frankie Poullain on his Gibson Thunderbird. This rad company cannonades rock anthems from the stage with twinkle-eyed showmanship.
A rock & roll metal brew for a bitches' Sabbath with all the riffs and vigor for one helluva fast-track stoner blast. Metal Hammer hailed Orange Goblin as "the best band to get drunk to." Cheers to that! Moreover there's the beast, the Goliath and the best Ward since Bill: frontman Ben Ward, the greatest Cro-Magnon headbanger from the zero years onward. British rock has come full circle. And hard.
Ruyter Suys is the female Angus and Blaine Cartwright is a redneck overlord. This couple of sleazemongers has been the backbone of Nashville Pussy for 20 years and counting. The band has recently been touring with longtime compadres Zeke and then went Down Under to play AC/DC Lane, so you can be damn sure the foursome is tight as a row of fucks when they come to Helldorado. Get some low-brow rock & roll to get you high as hell.
The Urban Voodoo Machine
Whether they take on Eastern European folk music with a punk attitude or stick the fun in funeral jazz, it’s all splendid when this rowdy assembly gets in gypsy gear. Their wide-ranging instrumentation evokes resonating visions of mariachi Pogues with Clash cabaret on a bourbon bash of The Dead Brothers and The Blues Brothers. Revelry guaranteed.
Fifty Foot Combo
The masters and mistress of the Monstrophonic sound are still marching to the beat of their own drums, embracing voodoo percussion, grinding Hammond bliss, Big Muff bass, guitar fuzzadelica and the theremin’s eerie witchery. While the bulk of the songs are ‘instrumonumental’ in style – soul surfing through garage, big beat and beyond – the sextet also deal out a few vocal stabs. Fifty Foot Combo are still in a league of their own when it comes to Tikified rock & roll.
The Rock ‘n Roll Wrestling Bash
The most striking portrayal of the almighty Lemmy is 49% Motherfucker, 51% Son Of A Bitch. In that vein The Rock'n'Roll Wrestling Bash is 49% freak show, 51% rock freaks. This rumble jumble of Mexican wrestling and metal-up-yer-ass rocking is a perfect fit for Helldorado. While the Galactic Trash Wrestling Alliance bash some heads in the front-stage ring, The Wrestling Bash Orchestra crank up ironclad rock songs with the heaviest of riffs. Berserk to the next level.
Birth of Joy
Make headway steeped in tradition – a paradox which could be the maxim for Birth Of Joy. They seemingly kicked in some Doors and tapped into an adrenalin stash laced with acid from half a century ago. On a bare-bones set-up of drums, organ and guitar, this triad has an MC5-minded intensity. Their live ritual oozes Keith Moonshine as a Piper At The Gates of Dawn.
Death Do Us Part Danger Show
“Who needs CGI when you can see real danger?!” Charlie and Rachel Atlas aren’t boasting, this husband and wife couple perform vaudeville antics on the razor’s edge. Knife-wielding Charlie has the looks of a butcher from The Devil’s Rejects. His better half places a huge amount of trust in him, as Charlie throws knives and shoots guns at her. But Rachel doesn’t flinch easily: she’s a maleficent sword-swallowing vamp for whom double penetration means two swords down her throat. Till death do us part, danger makes us feel alive.
Hawkwind might have won the space race for rock, but Monomyth master the art of stratospheric soundscapes. When this high five-piece band starts carpet bombing sonic angel piss, it’s the most wonderful drone strike a cosmic stoner kraut could wish for. Get carried away with eyes shut, or stare into the blinding light. Either way you’ll arrive in the right state of mind.
Like the white tiger is an anomaly in nature, Tigre Blanco deviates from the tonal scenery in the Lowlands. Their style has been expressed as “Tarantino music with a gypsy soul.” The group’s wide-ranging sounds are well-suited for both an Andalusian nightclub and a juke joint in Calexico, or even for a theater in Helmond (note: Helmond is Dutch for hell’s mouth). Enough of all that, in the words of frontman Quintijn Lohman: “Music brings us together, let the music speak.” Amen.
Burned, bruised, smashed and bashed – it's all in a day's work for Captain Catastrophy, a.k.a ‘The International Man Of Danger’. In his early infernal years with rock & roll juggernaut El Guapo Stuntteam the Captain would set himself on fire from head to toe on stage. Nowadays he’s a bona fide stunt man in his own right, although by no means less insane.
“I’m a multi-minor-award-winning comedian”, says Bob Slayer, but then again, this maverick is only joking. He’s incited hilarity at festivals, pubs and breweries around the world. In recent years Bob caused quite a stir with The BlundaBus, a pop-up comedy theater & bar on a converted double-decker bus. At Helldorado he’ll perform in our cozy little comedy chapel. Bring enough beer and Bob’s yer uncle.