Spark Arena, Auckland NZ
I knew it wasn’t going to be a straightforward Kraftwerk gig when I discovered that each seat had a Kraftwerk whoopee cushion on it. The first song was an authoritative and squelchy Numbers. If you are unfamiliar with this, this piece involves numbers counted in different languages and in different voices over the phattest beat known to man – influencing god knows how many people in its wake. A tremendous opener that nearly silenced the fuckwit community.
As Numbers ended, Ralf Hutter silenced the other three and directed the spotlight onto someone in the audience. “Who farted? Was it you? (consults his laptop screen) …Andrea Smith in seat CC129?” The audience member, now on the big screen, squirms in an embarrassed way, hiding her face with the whopee cushion. Cheers ring around the arena.
Hutter, throws his head back and has a hearty laugh at her expense.
The shows moves through and the visuals, although frequently stunning, do seem very familiar. For example, Spacelab is accompanied by footage you would find cool at the Science Museum in 1983. I guess the retro-ness of this is part of the appeal. They are » Continue Reading.