Ballet of the melted men
Melted Men (USA/FRA/NED) ///
Bulbul (AUT) ///
Sat, April 11 2004, 20:00 ///
Cafe-theatre and ballet school MAESTRO (former cinema “Apollo”), Linz ///
Melted Men are back! After their appearance in the Grottenbahn inside of the Pöstlingberg in Linz two years ago the mad performance group was banned from Linz for one year. Back then Melted Men turned rhetoric in action and cut the toe nails of the dwarfs and fairy tale figures to smoke them afterwards together with the audience. On this year’s European tour they will hit Linz again. For their performance this time Melted Men have chosen the former cinema “Apollo” at the Hessenplatz. Meanwhile the theatre and ballet school MAESTRO is located at that place.
So, what is more logical than to adapt the existing concepts of Melted Mens musical work to the space? But – which concepts? Once in an interview Melted Men gave the following answer on the question how their music is created: “Take a polaroid of Melted Men and slice it quickly to expose the chemicals. Than cover the streets with cloths and put the chemicals on the hoofs of a goat. Let this goat run wherever it wants and burn the cloths afterwards. Take the ash and put it back into the polaroid. At least you take a picture of anything. That’s how things develop.”
Melted Men truly are the gods among the performance groups worldwide. Whilst they spin around on stilts in rabbit costumes and with 40 cigarettes in their mouth, teach the audience arbitrary hopscotch rituals with bamboo sticks and eat the hands, ears and noses of funny looking voodoo puppets made out of carrots, they tell stories about Francois Mitterand who sits in a German pineapple and earned a plumber diploma for some reason to build a pipeline between Bremen and Florida. All of the above, combined with musical ingredients like minimal drums, crazy squeak-electronic, groaning, moaning and quacking, car horns or jingles leaves the audience every single concert pending between mental breakdowns and enthusiastic orgasms.
They will be supported by the formidable Bulbul from Vienna. Noise rock’n’roll, reduced to the maximum, powerful like a full horde of Melvins. Quotation of themselves: “The Bulbul are playing faster than any mountain and are able to eat like the woodchoppers.”