Die Toten Hosen

A very VERY good friend of mine convinced me to take a trip to Germany with her (Bochum, to be precise, near Düsseldorf ) to see this band she is fond of. The band’s called ‘Die Toten Hosen’ which literally translates as ‘the dead trousers’ and is an idiom used in German to mean boring, or nothing going on, it’s often translated as ‘the dead beats’.

I imagine most people reading this blog don’t know much about this band (actually, almost all the people reading this are friends and family, so I’m sure you do). Anyway, here’s some basic background info on these guys: They formed in 1882. Did I say 1882? I meant 1982. Either way, these guys are OLD. The Rt Honorable Scroobius Pip was celebrating his first birthday just as the band new ancients were forming a band. O-L-D. They’re from Düsseldorf, which, as a city is pretty obsessed with them. To see them play in Bochum is like going to see the Arctic Monkeys in Rotherham.

The lead singer is called Campino, after those sweets that people eat. Other current members are Andi, Breiti, Kuddel and Vom. Vom’s the drummer. He’s also English, and undoubtedly the best. (Please note the latter has nothing to do with the former two). Though some people would disagree, and to those people all I say is this.

Anywho, we left on Sunday night, and traveled by coach, that’s right, COACH, to Düsseldorf (which took about 14 hours, but after spending my summer traveling to and from Edinburgh, it wasn’t too bad). Also, we were both quite hyper for a large portion of the journey, which also helped.

We got into Düsseldorf at about 9ish, and from there headed straight to Bochum, and the venue. By the time we got there it was 3, still a good five hours before the gig. DTH being as big as they are, we weren’t the first people there, which was unsurprising.

I feel like I need to establish how big these guys are. They easily sell out stadiums in Germany, we’re talking Wembley stadium size, or the O2 arena (née the Millennium Dome) size, filled with ease. So, when we were let inside, and saw that the venue only had a capacity of 1000 (in comparison Wembley is about 90,000 – which is half the population of the Isle of Wight), we were astounded. It also had a second level, a balcony in an L shape. The balcony ended by the front of the stage, which meant us punters had a brilliant unhindered view of the stage.

The gig itself was enjoyable, though I moved from the front to the balcony after the fifth song, as I was a little mosh-pit-y. They opened with Strom, which was a strong start, and they kept the energy levels up for the whole gig (even if I didn’t). As it was a small gig, and only a warm up, it seemed to be a lot more intimate and friendly than they would have been on a bigger stage. I think it helped that about a quarter of the audience were friends with the band.

Their set contain a mixture of new hits, old classics, and some pieces that are rarely sung. Throughout the set they were bullied into singing songs they hadn’t sung in years, Campino even had to read from his Lyric Book Of All Knowledge for a couple. As well as deviating largely from the set-list to appease the fans, they kept the gig intimate and personal by retelling stories, venting out opinions that may have caused friction with a wider audience, and of course, joking around on stage.

Given their age, they are still a very fit band. Campino crowd surfed a couple of times, and once ended up balancing precariously on an air-conditioning unit that was attached to the balcony. He sung a couple of songs, before jumping into the crowd below, and then got back on stage.

It was a pleasure to watch these guys on stage, they’ve been together for a couple of decades now, and the fact they can still interact so well with their fans, climb all over a venue (whilst singing) and enjoy themselves so much on stage is incredible, and it makes them a joy to watch. I can quite understand why people become considerably obsessed with these guys.

The Photos are mostly from Bochum – but I have snuck one or two in from a big gig in Berlin, which was no where near as fun as this one.