Well, the Anti-Karaoke from last Monday June 8th was definitely not a show that would go unnoticed by anyone. Those who were there already know what happened, and those who weren't surely have read about it on the Internet.
An evening that should have been remembered for great performances and the good vibes that ruled the majority of the night ended with unprovoked and gratuitous violence.
It happened during the final stretch of the show. Syd Barretina got onstage to sing AC/DC's Whole Lotta Rosie, and halfway through the song, he lost his mind and began to throw everything on the costume table to the floor: song books, costumes, dolls, etc. Next, a feather boa got caught in the light structure and our buddy began to yank on it, which almost caused the entire row of lights to fall on his head. After this stupid exhibition "against the system", Barretina flung himself into the audience, only to return again to the stage, smash a bottle against the wall, and destroy the music stand. It was in this moment when the security presonnel intervened and threw him out of the club. A video that Rachel has decided not to upload to the Internet captured the entire incident.
After contemplating such nonsense, one asks what the hell was going through this man's mind when he pulled this number. Someone like him, who has performed sporadically in Anti-Karaoke since the very beginning, cannot claim ignorance of what the show is about. Is it RocknRoll to come to an underground show such as this and destroy all the equipment onstage? Not really. What is RocknRoll to me is to be there every Monday and keep alive a creature as unusual as A.K., a true oasis in a city as flooded with idiotic entertainment options as Barcelona. Barretina himself has admitted after the fact that he regrets the incident and he doesn't even understand why he did it. The image that we should remember from this incident is that of various fans of the show recovering the song books and costumes from the stage floor after the destruction occurred, and putting them back on the table -- which, more than a simple table, is an altar of rock-n-roll.
In the same instant in which security expelled Syd Barretina from the club, Fabri and dozens of antikaraokianos got onstage and put the show back on track, offering a Killing In The Name more powerful and emotional than I've listened to in a long time, and demonstrating what really is Anti-Karaoke: healthy diversion in which everyone -- not just onstage participants, but audience members as well -- can let off steam by rocking hard without resorting to physical violence.
In record time, Fabri & Company made us forget the pathetic incident and the show reached its end with the usual festive display: Rachel onstage, surrounded by antikaraokeans, singing Kids In America together. But let's got back to the beginning...
Rachel began the evening singing What I Like About You by The Romantics and Break On Through by The Doors.
Rocko's performance represented the polar opposite of what Barretina did. This great showman sweetened the evening with one of the most beautiful interpretations of Bowie's Life On Mars that I've heard in years.
Judge for yourselves from the video below. So much talent and emotion. It's a true luxury to witness something like this at A.K.
It was, as always, a night full of contrasts, where we went from Irene Cara to Pantera, and from there to Bonnie Tyler, only to pick it up with Metallica or Motörhead.
A man from Galicia that went by the name of Marvel debuted in Anti-Karaoke with an impressive interpretation of Elvis Presley's version of My Way. Though these were the first minutes of the show, he already succeeded in warming up the crowd. The ovation that he received after his number was completely deserved.
Pitufi and her friend Angie, who debuted this evening, offered an extraordinary version of the theme from the movie Fame.
The most resounding performance of the evening goes to Chilo El Heavy, who destroyed with a simply infernal Strength Beyond Strength de Pantera.
A fucking star without a doubt. Few could interpret this song with more menace.
And continuing with contrasts, El Artista Anteriormente Conocido Como Enrique sang his heart out with the kitschy 80s hit, Total Eclipse Of The Heart. A great performance.
Las Fatigas del Querer interpreted the song most emblematic of the Hells Angels, Born To Be Wild by Steppenwolf.
In the "Vegas" moment of every A.K., Rachel sang New York, New York and gave the audience its medicine.
Lord Vader was another of the evening's performers who proved that one of the best ways to spit out one's interior rage is through music.
We will have trouble forgetting this Enter Sandman that Vader gave us. In a matter of seconds he had the entire audience in the palm of his hand, chorusing together the celebrated song by Metallica.
Señor Gayumbo, who we haven't seen in the show for quite a while, sang "Basket Case" by Green Day.
Rachel dedicated Jet's "Are You Gonna Be My Girl" to the official groupie of Anti-Karaoke, Lucy The Blowup Doll.
The always adorable Bib interpreted the Queen classic, Crazy Little Thing Called Love.
Balt Rat, debutantes at A.K. this evening, sang Song 2 by Blur.
Extraordinary interpretation of Prince's Purple Rain by Solo. Curiously, few people sing this song at A.K.
The last person to sing this song did so weeks ago -- the über-talented Sevillanita, who was also incredible.
Arrítmico and Eddie Ramone, one of the great supporters of the show, who in the same month we've been able to see at A.K. Madrid and A.K. Barcelona, offered a genuine and powerful version of I Wanna Be Your Dog by The Stooges.
Roser brought us directly to the days of Flower Power and the Summer of Love with The Beatles' Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band.
In the second half of the show, Rachel delighted us with her sexiest number. To the intro of The Stripper, the Queen of Anti-Karaoke appeared onstage dressed up in her incendiary pink fur outfit.
After announcing that no animals had been sacrificed to create said outfit -- specifying that it was made from "imitation fur of gay seals" -- she sang You Shook Me All Night Long by AC/DC.
Iván, one of the metalheads par excellence of A.K., interpreted Toxicity of System Of A Down with his usual flair.
Andy reclaimed one of the most beloved and missed bands of British '70s glam rock: The Sweet, with their legendary anthem Fox On The Run.
Many people probably don't know this, but The Sweet was a big influence on Mötley Crüe. Nikki Sixx has always been a fanatic of Brian Connolly and Company.
Another glamourous anthem that we heard in this A.K. was The Time Warp from Rocky Horror, interpreted by Pin and Pon.
Angie was extraordinary with her interpretation of the central theme from the movie Flashdance.
A man who I could never imagine singing songs by Irene Cara is Txus, who on this occasion recovered the most punky and "street" song by Guns NRoses: Its So Easy.
Mr. Eddie Harris and Kenta rendered tribute to the Creatures of the Night with Shout It Out Loud.
Among the great performers of this A.K., one must also include Prades, who put himself in the shoes of Ian Astbury without any problem and sang The Cult's Fire Woman.
In a totally different register, From Ass To Mouth interpreted a hit by Stevie Wonder that we nearly ever have the opportunity to hear in A.K.: For Once In My Life.
Albert The Undertaker, another of the undisputed stars of Anti-Karaoke, raised the roof with Live & Let Die by Wings -- Guns NRoses version.
El Pirata del Caribe interpreted one of the definitive songs of Pantera, Cowboys From Hell.
I'm counting the days before Rachel adds to the show's repertoire pieces of dynamite like Walk, Im Broken and Fucking Hostile.
Duro de Oído reminded us of the greatness of the days of Queen with his raw and visceral version of Tie Your Mother Down.
Steven Harper & The Cons debuted in A.K. with Ace Of Spades by Motörhead.
Kike Veneno also debuted this evening, with I Was Made For Loving You by Kiss.
As always happens during his performances, El Idolo de Argentina was one of the great winners of the night with his hilarious interpretation of Should I Stay Or Should I Go? by The Clash... complete with "couples crowd surfing" with Lucy the Blow-Up Doll (!).
And in the final moments, Rachel sang Highway To Hell by AC/DC.
As I said at the beginning of this chronicle, after the silly incident with Barretina, Fabri made it clear how to rock in A.K., with a memorable Killing In The Name.
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