Since we are exactly two weeks away from doing a short tour with Barathrum, almost exactly twenty years after we first toured with them, we figured this would be a good time to look back on these legendary shows.
The following is a slightly edited and expanded version of a report Orlok wrote for Morbid Tales #6 back in 2007. All right, here we go: a trip down memory lane . . .
"In early 1997, the line-up that had been together for two years by then, admittedly with a few interruptions, was on the brink of breaking up (what a surprise – we may have split up more often than we played 'Countess Bathory'). Then all of a sudden we got two offers for gigs, one in Bussum and one in Wassenaar and we thought; whatever, let’s continue. Those gigs turned out pretty cool and got us enthusiastic about the band again. We decided to record three new songs for a mini CD and when around that time Opyros informed me that he was putting together a tour for us, Barathrum and Sabbat from
, we were pretty excited. It
would be a privilege to play with the legend that Sabbat is and ever since Demonos
and I first met in January 1995 (when I was recording 'Ad Maiorem') we had
wanted to tour together. Japan
Of course, ‘tour’ is a big word for what would be seven gigs, but at least they were in two different countries (the
However, scheduling complications arose when it turned out one of us would be unable to do the last three gigs. This nearly killed our chances of
being on the bill at all, but Opyros managed to find a solution: we could do
the first four gigs and then Wizzard would step in and take our spot for the
final three. This wasn’t what we had imagined, but it was better than nothing. Germany
April 29: Geleen
|History repeating itself, more or less|
April 29: Geleen
The first gig was in Geleen. We were pretty pissed that we didn’t have the mini CD yet, that we were supposed to promote, because of incredible delays due to fuck-ups by the guy responsible for the printing. Nevertheless, we went down to Geleen with Warhead’s old Ford Sierra station car. There, we met Sabbat. They were cool, but we couldn’t really communicate with them because they didn’t speak any English. Well, they knew two English words: ‘beer’ and ‘fuck’. And they were cold constantly; everywhere we came the first thing they did was try to turn up the heat, even before attacking the fridge . . . Barathrum were there too, having driven all the way from Suomi in a rented car. I think they told us that they had gotten into a fight as soon as they had arrived in Maastricht the day before . . .
The place was all right but there were not that many people in attendance. Opening were Conquered My Fears (basically Bifrost with a different name) but I didn’t really catch that much of their show as we were preparing for our own, since we were up next here.
We took the stage and played a decent set, but somehow it wasn’t that good. There were some problems with the amps or the sound at one point if I remember correctly and we fucked up 'The Wrath Of Satan's Whore' in a major way. The audience barely responded (save for the guys from the other bands). When we were done the others drove back to
(where they lived and the next gig
would be the day after) but I decided to stick around to see Barathrum and
Sabbat. Both bands were amazing, but with them, too, the audience response was
below par. I was having a good time though. Finally hearing songs like 'Victory
Feast' and 'Mion’s Hill' live was quite an experience. Rotterdam
After the gig, we (the Barathrum guys, one of the Sabbat guys and myself) bought some 50 cans of beer and started drinking. I also remember showing one of the Barathrum guys how to play 'Bloed In De Sneeuw' while sitting at the bar with a guitar. Then one of the Finns went back to their car and fetched a bottle of Finnish vodka. If you check the inside of the 'Revenge - Part II' booklet, the photo on the upper left was taken that night. You can see the (almost empty) vodka bottle. The Sabbat guy is passed out on the table and Demonos is close to falling down too . . . I’m behind him making the sign of the horns. It was really late when we finally went to bed. Actually there were no beds so I slept on the stage; a few hours later Opyros was kicking me and yelling I had to get up because we had to drive to the next gig. Yeah, those were the days . . .
April 30: Rotterdam
We drove to
in a van Opyros had rented for the
tour. Somewhere near Rotterdam ,
we stopped at a McDonald’s for some junk food breakfast. Eating made my
hangover go away rather quickly and I was feeling fine again when we reached Dordrecht . It was a sunny
day and we just hung out around the Baroeg, having a few beers, until time came
for the show to begin, which was pretty soon since it was an afternoon show. Rotterdam
Opening were Wrok, who made quite an impression.
Not so much because of their improvised brand of extremely primitive black metal as
because of the slideshow of various massacres and holocaust images they
projected onto a screen during their gig. I thought it was entertaining, but
the Baroeg people thought otherwise and just cut off the power to end their
show. Sometime later, they even provided Wrok with a trophy for being the worst
band ever having played there.
|The official Baroeg program|
Next up were Barathrum, who were pretty good again and after that Sabbat took the stage, being utterly brilliant as they had been the night before. They were even better a live act than I had thought. I was shocked that there were few people in the audience. This was a once-in-a-lifetime chance to see one of the most legendary black metal bands ever live, after all. Maybe the fact that this was a holiday in the
(the queen’s birthday) had something to do with this. Netherlands
we were the headliner. With the other bands, we had agreed that we would shift
the playing order every day and both Barathrum and Sabbat thought it obvious
that we would headline in our town, Rotterdam .
The guy from the Baroeg who had booked the show wasn’t happy about this (of the
bands playing, he only liked Sabbat and had announced them as headliner). Rotterdam
We took the stage and we triumphed. We played true metal for an hour and the audience enjoyed it. Of course, we started with 'The Priest Must Die' (though I changed the words to 'The Queen Must Die' for the occasion – I wonder if anyone noticed). From then, it was utter chaos. Had the gig the day before been somewhat subdued, this day we had the real metal spirit. We ripped through our classics and a few new ones with true conviction (setlist).
There was a certain incident while we were
playing, when Demonos climbed onto the stage and onto and amp, opened his
trousers and started to masturbate on stage. I thought that was pretty funny,
but the Baroeg people had other ideas and dragged him from the stage. Still, we
were pretty satisfied with the performance we had given in our home town.
|Demonos, Zagan and Orlok backstage in Bramsche|
Afterwards, we went for a bite with some friends and after that, we went home. The next day would be a day off and the day after that we were going to play in
. . . Berlin
May 2: Berlin
For the German gig we took a guy called Rafael along as sort of roadie. He was a guy that Zagan and Warhead knew from school and he did all kinds of stuff for us in 1997. He did the cover art for 'Hell’s Rock & Roll' and came with us to several gigs as our ‘official’ photographer. During this tour, his main duties were also to take pictures, to drive the car so Warhead wouldn’t have to do all the driving (Zagan and myself not having drivers’ licenses) and to take care of all kinds of stuff that might come up.
We drove to
in Warhead’s old Ford Sierra station
car again. It comfortably managed 180 kph (about 115 mph) on the Autobahn but
when we were nearing Berlin
we got caught in a major traffic jam because there had been an accident
involving some trucks or whatever. We got stuck there for several hours, which
was especially unpleasant since it was awfully hot that day. Nevertheless, we
did make it in time to 'Die Insel' in time. 'Die Insel' was a really cool
place, sort of a castle-like building located on an actual island somewhere in Berlin . We had played
there a year earlier as well and found that not much had changed. There were
several floors in this place and the floor above the floor where we were
playing was the ‘goth’ floor, so we spent the afternoon looking at all kinds of
barely dressed goth chicks. When they went up the stairs, many of them offered
a nice view of what was under their skirts. We weren’t there to gawk at chicks
in skimpy black skirts though, so we duly did a sound check and then we were
fed. We were quite anxious about the food, because the year before they’d given
us vegetarian food and we had rather loudly complained about that. This time,
the food was exactly the same, with the exception that they added some
minuscule bits of sausage here and there to pacify us. At least there was
enough beer to wash it down with. Berlin
|The Berlin show|
The evening came and it took ages before things went underway. After the first band had played, Seirim, Barathrum took the stage and we were up next. I think it was hours by then. The place was packed, though, so the atmosphere was great. I think there were about 200 people there and the place wasn’t that big. I even recognized some faces in the audience from the year before.
We started playing and the crowd reacted enthusiastically. People were banging their heads and singing along. This was a real metal night. It was incredibly hot on stage, but we kept playing with as much or perhaps even more vigour than in
because the audience reacted so well (after the gig, someone who frequently
attended gigs there told me he’d never seen such a response from the audience
to any band before). When we had gone through our entire set and anything else we could think of to play, the
audience still kept on yelling for me. So as a final encore, we did 'Kneel
Before The Master’s Throne' which sounded awful because Zagan’s guitar had become
terribly detuned by then, but still it was great, simply because of the
incredible atmosphere. Looking back, I think this was the single best gig we
did in the nineties. Rotterdam
After our own gig, I grabbed a beer and watched Sabbat, who of course were brilliant again. After that, we had to leave to drive to the next gig. I think it was hours or so by then. It was getting light again, but in spite of that we got somewhat lost trying to find our way of Berlin . . .
May 3: Bramsche
|Backstage in Berlin with Sabbat|
We drove most of the day until we arrived sometime in the afternoon in Bramsche, near Osnabrück, where the gig would take place at the 'Alte Webschule'. We walked around the place a bit and found it to be a very unlikely place for a black metal gig. All the walls were painted white and they had been painted recently, so the whole place smelled of paint.
After eating a bit we did a sound check and discovered that the amps were pretty crappy worn-out pieces of equipment that didn’t seem to produce a lot of volume. When the first band played, Tha-Norr on this day, our fears about the amps were confirmed. I was standing next to Zagan in front of the stage and we could just talk to each other without even raising our voices while Tha-Norr was playing. That was pretty weird. We didn’t have a lot of time to think about this, though, since there was one other band and we were up after that. I don’t remember that much about this gig except that it was pretty all right, considering the circumstances.
When we were finished with our set, we got into the car and drove home straight away, arriving home in the middle of the night.
|This report how it originally appeared in Morbid Tales #6|