slidin’nasty

Imagine there’s no heaven, no countries and no goddamn possessions. Just a hell of a good night on the piss in a dark’n’smokestruck concert hall somewhere between heaven and hell. The spots turn on and the first you see is an pretty well known old fella – the bands lost son - who’s standing lonely in the middle of the stage. Once he opens his mouth and starts singin’ and shoutin’ like he’s never been away from the boys, the fun can begin. An impressive voice comes out the dephts off his throat and inspires the long-haired Something on the right to join in immediately. In his typical AC/DC-tapping-a-foot-and-shaking-the-body-style he gives a shit of having 2 strings less than Malcom and starts rolling and walking in the lower sound regions. On the other side you see the probably sexiest guitar player alive (besides John Lee Hooker and B.B King); he turns up most of the knobs on his Marshall and starts his ass-kicking riffing-attacs. And finally, the quiet man behind them all gets the drive and makes the right grooving beat whilst reading Nietzsche and knitting a skirt. At a show with lots of nudity, great melodies and superb riffs, no one will be missing the fun - not even John Lennon! It’s our former and new singer Christian at the mike, Dennis with the 4-string, Randy-Marco in front of his guitar-amp and Adrian up above all heads at the battery. „A fucked up bunch of 4 shit-faced show-offs bathing in pathetic crap“ you might say after having read this tiny little text, and there you may are right... But at least we’re not vegan and don’t abuse hamsters! Just go for Nastys Finest! Und jetzt auf gut Deutsch: Wir können spielen - wir wollen spielen - also laßt uns spielen!!!