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The first time I saw Die Glocke was a moment of shock and awe. They came in, all four towering over everyone else like they were about to slaughter everyone in sight. Modern day Vikings came to mind.
They took the stage and within seconds pummeled our ears into oblivion. Their music the perfect soundtrack to storm the gates of hell with. Everything was loud. Everything was crashing into one another. It was a beautiful showcase of talent. 4 individuals who just happened to become one solid unit knocking everyone down with their one two punch grooves.
That was their opening salvo. Everyone was floored by their performance.
Now, how the hell are you supposed to follow a band like that?
We were up next and there was no way in hell we could top that.
There was no way Roy (former guitarist) and I could top the massive amount of riffage Jake had just unleashed. There was no way in hell we could sound heavier than Evil Ed’s booming bass sound. Ernst on drums was like attending a drum clinic at Yamaha. And forget about trying to outmatch Marcus’ vocals.
For a brief moment, in a desperate bid to try and top their performance, my old band became more metal than I care to admit.
And we still fell short of our goal. (Mental note to self: Never go onstage after Die Glocke)
It took two more shows before I finally had the guts to befriend the guys in Die Glocke and surprise, surprise, they’re actually very nice. But don’t tell them I told you that. They have an image to uphold.
Especially Evil Ed and Jake.
If you check out my band’s page, you’ll see that I’m a big fan of the band.
