+ Attwenger (AT)
It’s unmistakably the event of the dog days of summer: First it’s riding up the steep and much feared Northwall of the Buchenegg with the merciless clock ticking away and then afterwards it’s party time on the island for winners, losers, supporters and spectators alike.
Freshly showered, powdered and coiffed, it’ll be a whole other competition in itself for our mountain bikeclimbing heroes or heroines, but this one involves the consumption of copious amounts of sausage, bread and Paul Beer while inhaling the cool freshness of the river Mississihl gurgling below. But it’s not just all frolicking in the shade of our ancient trees, no way Jose. Because in exchange for these delectable offerings you might have to endure sincere and heartfelt but pompous speeches and other self-flagellatory laudations, all oratory masterpieces of course, by members of the organising committee. Which you’ll survive we’re sure, especially with the help of the afore mentioned topshelf beer. If only afterwards to be invited and confronted with the world premiere of the moving film - and an el Lokal production – «Der Berg Ist Ein Sauhund» (no, Luis Trenker isn’t listed in the credits for this one).
Finally, another high point of this memorable late summer day will be reached 19.19 sharp with a gig by the slick and revered Duo Attwenger and their sonic constructions that have been labeled stylistically GrooveSlangPunk and muscially covers territory as wide ranging as earth- and bodyshaking rock’n’roll, swing, turbopolka, speed laendler (Swiss fast folk), synthie and stories, brass and kantri (country), both fast and not so fast. Be there with us and live to tell about it.