Teufel Bash — Raw, Shouting and Ass-Charming in the Bird Quarter

A rusty declaration of love for noise, togetherness and scooters

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Teufel Bash — Raw, Shouting and Ass-Charming in the Bird Quarter

It felt a bit like being 17 again. Not in that fancy nostalgic way, but like when you really didn't know what was going to happen during the evening — and loved it. Teufel Bash was not polished, not neat and not planned to the last decimal place. And precisely for that reason, it hit on something the big festivals have long since forgotten: the feeling of being right in the middle of something raw and real.

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Disclaimer: Apropos Magazine received access or a review copy. As always, we share our own impressions — unfiltered.

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The Teufel Bash wasn't just a concert -- it was a statement. In the middle of Copenhagen's bird quarter, in a kind of backyard oasis of wave gazing, home-built ramps and old scooters, we were given a festival format that felt like sneaking into something forbidden.

Mopeds and the love of chaos

The festival gathered a motley field of audience members: everything from tanned subway types to curious locals who had been lured by the roar of tuned Puchs and the smell of barbecue and gear oil. The atmosphere was intense but welcoming — you greeted each other, toasted with strangers and quickly became part of the party.

Hot dogs with attitude and Harboe at the freezing point

Food and drink were served without wraps: hot dogs that looked like they were skeptical about the whole project, and Harboe beers that felt like they had cooled down on clean asphalt. It all fitted perfectly. There were no food trucks with pulled pork — only authenticity, cheap booze and a small burning fire in the corner.

Music with noise and soul

On the makeshift stages, both outside and inside, the lineup delivered a series of surprises. There was garage punk, noisy indie, techno in metal-frames and everything in between. The bands seemed to enjoy the setting — and it was noticeable. Nothing was played on the routine. The sound was crooked, loud and unpolished, but that created an energy that was more vivid than any hi-fi system could deliver.

A festival or just a wild event?

Whether Teufel Bash is an actual festival or “just” an alternative event is not entirely known. It had some of the energy you remember from the DIY parties of the '00s, and some of the crazy attitude of a time when everything wasn't digital and designed. It was a day when one forgot one's phone and was just present. There was dancing, messing, talking, humming — and the music was allowed to speak.

Let's just put it like this...

Teufel Bash hit on something you can't buy into: a sense of being in for something real. An amalgamation of sound, machinery and people who all wanted the same thing -- feel something. We hope it comes again. And keeps making noise.

Peter Milo

Editor

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