Bavarian cabaret and Rhineland punk have never been so fused. The Toten Hosen, the Well brothers and Gerhard Polt go on tour together. The start in Schliersee is tranquil, but the spectators are in ecstasy.
May I ask why they are doing this again? The stress of coordinating 14 days of rehearsals and 15 performances from Vienna to Berlin, the strain of traveling, the ritualized sipping of Calvados backstage? You are now over 60, The dead pants and the Well brothers, and even over 80, Gerhard Polt. In order to “celebrate their decades-long friendship” – according to one explanation – they set off again, but not like other male gangs with the beer handcart, but in the bus for the heart-breaking tour entitled “Forever”. The main reason given beforehand was that “Polt and the Well brothers really wanted to drive the Nightliner again”. And who could make that possible for the sympathetic anarchos from Upper Bavaria if not their Düsseldorf punk cronies, who are even acclaimed in South America? A rock ‘n’ roll road trip in retirement, can that go well?