There's a quote to be found somewhere on the internet, one made by a smart Industrialist british man with a fancy wig and a perhaps less fancy tooth rig speaking of 20th and 21st century globalization. A quote so accurate that it borders on fortune-telling: speaking of the equally scary and fascinating facts we relish today about Coca-Cola being the most recognizeable word in the world after "Hi", the cutting-edge technologist skylines of post-2000's Seoul, and the fact that you can find a McDonald's, fresh, alive and working in both Libya, Sri Lanka and Perth.
It's a fitting quote for this blog. Because what did we find amidst the endless, frozen, minus 30 plains of Kurgan if not a very familiar, curved yellow M?
So we're back from our first headlining tour, spanning over 9 dates in 11 Russian and Russian/Siberian cities. And while we're not stupid - globalization was a central theme in high school after all - it was hard not to cough up even a little dose of surprise juice when you after 22 hours of train riding arrive at a place so far off that "far off is a mighty understatement" is a mighty understatement, only to be welcomed by hardcore semi-hipster teens with smartphones, Twitter accounts and fast coffee, beside a Saab and Mazda-populated street, a top notch computer store and a certain shady hamburger restaurant.
Let it be a lesson for all of you: Let your wives go free and lock up your prejudices and stereotypes instead. The age of igloo eskimoes and harsh, elderly men with fur hats, bodies containing 70% vodka instead of water and cemented cold war opinions are long gone, and the age of Modern Guy is here. He's casual. He's happy. And he's everywhere. Backstage in Tolyatti, snoring on the train to Samara, hitchhiking a random Siberian road. Every. Fucking. Where.
One may argue that it takes (some of) the fun in touring away. Why drag yourself through gassy stomachs, sleep deprivation times three and sore arms, "WHY-did-we-bring-the-Ibanez?!"-style, just to play cities that are like Stockholm, except colder, dirtier and with no one there to understand you?
Well, there's a basic equation for that. Stockholm is said to be the most musically dense town in the world. Something which towns like Kurgan, Izhevsk and St. Petersburg are not. And if something common in one town is brought to another town where that very thing is less common, what used to be common becomes rare. (And if further east = very rare) And what's rare in one town will quickly rush, spurt and grown in value.
Hence, what's "*sigh* Jocke came to my band's show on Kafé 44 last week, so I MUST go to his band's show tonight, even though they suck balls bigger than Globen" back at home becomes something totally different when taken across the Russian border - something vibrant, alive and spectacular.
The reason is simple: Each and everyone following both our english and swedish blog may or may now have grasped that playing shows in Sweden and particularly Stockholm can be, eh, MOSTLY OKAY. Because of the musical density, who would care? And if one cared, would they still care after 5 years of “Define Hate” moshpits? But bring that same moshpit a couple of hundred miles east and instant sucess is ensured.
On this tour, we've felt quite different. We've felt new and fresh, playing for people that not only hadn't heard our name before, but was hardly used to metal concerts at ALL. Or even CONCERTS. The further into the Siberian cold we would travel, the more we would feel that people simply appreciated us. In some cities, a foreign metal band would be that special event that Metallica would be on Stadion in a hot summer's day, and that in turn would spark that very special give-and-take that only a genuine rock concert can muster. With people feeling excited about the gig, their enthusiasm would ignite us, making us play better, making us buster off Scapegoat, Spirals and Unending Thirst in a row without breaking as much as a note. And with our increasing energy on stage, it would simply feedback the audience in a never-ending loop. It's a win-win situation. It's what every metal concert - every concert at all - should be. And it's what made every sleep deprivations, sore muscles and off-frozen asses worth it.
It's a peculiar blog, this one. the numbers of intricate analyzes of every aspect worth examining is perhaps a tad more than one would expect at a first glance. But for once, let's drop all the gnarly jibberjabber, and sum the Going Postal Russian Tour 2013 up in a fast, simple and easy way;
This tour has been a blast for us. We've had so much fun in Russia, and would like to extend a great fucking thanks to St. Petersburg, Moscow, Nizhny Novgorod, Kirov, Izhevsk, Perm, Tyumen, Kurgan and Tolyatti - to Nina with friends, Max with friends, Dmitry and Misha, Alexej, Andrej, Vaselina with grandmother, Evengeley with wife, Andrew and the Kurgan crew, badass Samara driver - to beef rolls, Borsjtj, cheap bread, Big Bon packages, lime Vodka and more pasta than there were sweat on stage in Kurgan - to punctual train rides, occasional sun and people who knows English, and of course a big fucking thanks to Big Fucking Gun for being great guys and making us feel like WE were the support act all along…
Zaebis, Russia! See you next time!