Nene Grga, astia canta uneori beti, bre! la piesa aia santa marinella imi parea mie ceva bizar, zic astia-s beti li co. si citesc apoi niste cronici si uite ca da, cica zboara cu pahare si sticle la concerte.
Gogol Bordello's live shows are alcohol-fuelled chaotic spectacles featuring storytelling and elaborate props. Hütz writhes Iggy-style. Lyrics often spin wild tales of the immigrant experience, Ukrainian folklore or absurd erotic dreamscapes that can include anecdotes about a gang of supernatural immigrant vampires or a backyard barbecue with Stalin.
Things get broken. Hütz gets injured. They've been banned from tons of places.
"Those places just don't want to deal with that level of excitement," Hütz says by means of explanation. "But extreme music requires extreme behaviour. We're a bunch of fucking Eastern European mutts."
Drunk ones?
"Yeah."
ce facem, mai luam belete?
