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-Awesome.

lnterviews, TV appearances, posters...

-How awesome!

And then autographed piss pots.

Oh man. lt's a f***ing

talent show in Schmalenstedt.

Know what's really cool?

That we finally have a band name.

F*** of Tomorrow.

How awesome is that!

Know what's even more awesome?

We're a band. Our first time

at Schraider's as a band.

That's so awesome

it makes me feel all funny.

Me too.

-Like an awesome stud.

Awesome, man!

Just to be clear:

l do the talking on stage.

Sure.

l'll just spew it out.

-Awesome.

One show, just spewed out?

Yeah, exactly.

Our first gig!

l can't believe it!

Awesome, man!

On drums is Flo the Machine,

long-time drummer of Cultural Kill,

who's even played in Holland.

Singer Sid Beamish

won big with his texts at last year's

No Lyrics Festival in Detmold.

All in all it's clear

that F*** of Tomorrow...

... is the...

... the hottest...

... punk-rock...

... that ever...

Hi.

l'm throwing a birthday party

on Saturday. lf you want...

We have a show next Saturday.

You play music?

What instrument do you play?

Guitar.

Oh well...

You can stop by afterwards.

You can bring your friends along.

-Okay.

l'll write it down for you.

You have any particular wish?

Yes...

What a crowd! That was Big Bubble...

... with the song ''Big Bubble''.

Yes.

A great band! That rocked!

You better be careful with my equipment.

Friends, next up is a band from

your very own town of Schmalenstedt...

A big round of applause...

... and a warm welcome...

... for the band Warhead!

Yes!

Here they are.

Come out on stage.

This is your spot.

The singer, l assume.

What's your name?

l'm Roddy Dangerblood.

Roddy Dangerblood?

Should l call you Roddy?

Or Mr. Dangerblood?

Don't know. Either way.

Warhead.

How did you come up with that name?

Well, it's a long story.

Then tell it to us.

We want to get to know you. Right?

Well, okay. So, first...

First we were F*** of Tomorrow,

then Deadhead Schmalenstedt,

then Murderkill, then...

... Bloodfield...

... then The Period.

Well...

-Oh, and...

And before The Period,

we were Hunger for Thirst,

then, l mean after that...

-Well, how long have you been around?

Two weeks.

Before that, you were at

a music conservatory, l assume?

No, we hang out in the forest a lot.

Ladies and gentlemen! Hard, harder...

... Warhead! Bravo.

Say something.

Sid, say something.

Good evening!

-Good evening!

Violence is our currency,

and we want to pay!

One, two, three, four...

-Your world is much too small

l smash your face once and for all

A**holes!

A**holes!

Did l promise too much, or what?

Fantastic!

That was band number eight

in the 1984 band contest.

James Last, but not least,

ladies and gentlemen...

Sh*t!

Yes.

l'm really sorry.

But we were all sh*t.

But we were so sh*t

that it was awesome.

l thought it was totally subversive.

Yeah, that's true.

But l thought you sang well.

-Yeah.

Really?

Awesome.

-Yeah.

That break you played, Flo...

ln the middle, where you did that...

Totally awesome.

l thought so too.

-Awesome.

l changed the lyrics, by the way.

Did any of you even notice?

Completely spontaneous.

That made it rhyme at the end.

The way you played guitar at the start!

-l loved the talk with the MC.

No!

-lt was just awesome!

lt was like

a proclamation of the revolution.

Really?

-Yes, it was a holy moment!

ln an atheistic sense, of course.

l don't understand

why we didn't come in last.

Second-to-last somehow sucks.

-They really hated us!

l really hated them too.

-F***ing grunts!

What now?

-Party!

At your new old lady's place?

-She's not old, she's new.

All right.

Hey, you faggots!

You leaving already?

What do you want?

-Come on, you f***ing grunt!

What's it going to be?

l love you guys.

You out to get your ass kicked?

Wanna get dead?

-You wanker!

Want some?

Well!

-Dick!

What are you looking at?

-Kiss my arse.

This is lame. Let's go!

-Come on, Piekmeier, we have to go.

Get lost. The lot of you.

You better watch it!

Fuckheads! -Get in.

-Yeah, get lost, faggots!

F*** you!

-Piss off!

Peace and love, you homo!

-l should drag you out now, you prick!

Dude, that was awesome!

F***ing grunts!

-Awesome!

They were shitting their pants.

-Did you see that?

Did you see that soldier in the front?

-Dude!

l'm telling you, he was scared.

We're so f***ing rad.

-That's right.

We really are rad.

They wanted to provoke us.

That was... that was punk!

-That was awesome!

Hi.

-Hi, our show's over.

My friends...

-l'm Fliegevogel.

Happy birthday.

From me too.

- Flo, Sid, Gunni...

Hello everybody!

Don't you all look awesome!

So how was the show?

Totally awesome.

-Yeah?

No...

-Hey, dude!

You sat all day.

-l'll kick your ass!

Man, you've been sitting all day!

The record player is a bit fragile.

lt just needs to go somewhere else.

-No, it's fine,

as long as you don't stomp.

What's he doing?

That's how Fliegevogel is.

He is? Well, they won't trash the place?

-No.

lt goes... right there.

So when's your next show?

-Probably pretty soon.

We'll see what comes, we'll wait...

-Hi.

This is Wolfram, my cousin.

Maria told me you guys had a gig, or...

Where's the dance floor?

-We're just sitting and talking.

What kind of a party is this?

Shut up, Vadder!

l told you to shut up.

Watch out, the dog!

The rest of the bands were crap.

What's up, you squares?

This is Piekmeier the lumberjack.

And l'm a Stalinist, for example.

We just learned about

Stalinism in school.

But it was really awful.

Well, that's why l'm a Stalinist.

Got any more whisky?

-l don't know,

my dad has a bottle.

-We found it already. Got more?

No.

But you have Coke, right?

-Sure.

Want one too?

-Fliege, your keys!

No. That's a cool picture.

Here, dude.

-Thanks.

Hey!

ls there no music here?

What's your name?

-l already told you.

Not Roddy Dangerblood.

-Yes.

Nonsense!

Ask my friends.

-l'll ask your parents.

What's going on?

l didn't hear anything.

Something happened.

-No.

No, wait!

Something's going on.

Up you get!

There you go!

Help me up.

-Hey.

Did Vadder sh*t in here?

He has intestinal problems.

All of you, out!

We'll straighten it out.

-Bullshit!

Get out of here, you idiots!

Calm down.

-Have a drink.

This is my birthday and my house.

Get out!

Come on, let's go.

Where's Fliegevogel?

Have you totally lost it?

l don't know where the shitter is.

-Not here, for sure.

Get out, you a**holes!

No hard feelings, okay?

l'm sorry. They're my friends.

Vadder... Heel!

And then that sh*t with the dog.

Yeah, dude. He's sick.

Takes a sh*t in the living room!

lt was still lame.

The house was one big,

late-capitalistic...

Whatever!

You weren't after world revolution.

You were just into it.

The house and the people living there

meant nothing to you.

Why don't we just take off?

l mean, like really leave.

l'm allowed to take a week off.

Once l finish my apprenticeship,

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