NARIN – CRAZY TOUR STORIES
In this Crazy Tour Stories segment, the progressive metalcore band, NARIN, shares one of their stories from being on the road.
In this Crazy Tour Stories segment, the progressive metalcore band, NARIN, shares one of their stories from being on the road. You can check out the story, after the break.
Every once in a while, there is a night to remember. Some nights most worth remembering, you won’t remember at all. This story I’m about to tell you lets me question my memory sometimes. So strap in and enjoy the ride!
Back in 2016, about a year before our infamous break-up, we toured a couple of cities in central Europe. On a mild autumn night, we played in a tiny venue in Vienna, in a small punky place called Venster99. A couple of amazing local Bands, “All Your Sorrows” and “Street To The Ocean”, headlined the evening and left us stunned after the show at around 11pm in the venue.
After that point in time, it became really weird. We were six people on tour, three wanted to go back to the hostel, and the rest wanted to party. Naturally, as in Venster99 they started playing nasty grindcore, and we were all immediately hooked. I don’t quite remember how we got there, but later that evening, four of us were playing “flunkyball” (like a mix between beer pong and hit-the-can) on a small patch of grass between two roads in the middle of Vienna.
Nearby we noticed some noise coming out of an industrial-era-looking brick shed, so we checked the place out. It must have been about 3AM. What we experienced was the remnants of the political party assembly of “Die PARTEI Österreich”, including the party leader, some candidates for the next election, and tons of horrible beer. We were greeted and invited to join them. And that’s how we met “Gottkaiser Lautsprecher I.”
Following the satirical nature of the party, we had some talks about their program, e.g. “Freiwilliges Homosexuelles Jahr” (Voluntary homosexual year) for everybody, or the poster with “Mach kein’ Scheiss mit deinem Kreuz!” (Don’t mess with your cross!) and Jesus giving thumbs upon it. While drinking Ottakringer-beer, being handed a broom for cleaning, and a flag for posing, this turned out to be one of the weirdest nights with the band in my life between weird grindcore, and political nonsense-small talk, a couple of wins at flunkyball and playing a gig, by the way.