What happens when Google translates a review of an
Amy Winehouse concert written in German? Well the 'R&B Wrack Genie' with 'shock frozen chicken skin' gets a right pasting. In fact it's so good we've got to show you it in full...
Fifty minutes tears, anguish and pain
Amy Wine House met yesterday in Zurich People's house. A thoroughly disturbing experience with a confused diva.
Both seldom happens, that a concert is so terrible that it would have rather not seen, and that a single concert moment is so big that it stands in front of shock frozen chicken skin and then turn on the waters would like to attend. Amy Wine House, 24-jähriges R'n'B-Wrack-Genie from England, offered yesterday in the national house actually both. From the first lot, and more and more, a little bit of the latter. Oh Amy.
Oh Amy
But it has indeed come to see, and in fact was their mere presence in Zurich already a miracle: Their current tour has been and will always breakdowns by drugs, prison stays or court dates interrupted her husband, from anywhere, to hear that Amy is very bad goes and that they condemned again no more "no, no, no 'to' Rehab.
Amy wants to leave
And then they arrived, the little person with a big hairdo, is because in a long white Strickpulli, plucks it around, shivering, wipes always with the back of the hand over the nose, drink, drink, drink, it looks alternately like wine and Gin Tonic, weeps incessantly that her facial make-over runs, scrapes, yawns, sits down to the stage, that microphone out repeatedly running away.
The voice of this powerful, unusually black soul voice that seems to be the only institution in the system to Amy Wine House, which still rely on. The first numbers are fantastic, their live programmatic interpretation of the "Back to Black" an enlightenment: the widespread Nostalgie-Orchestrierung is a skeleton of rhythmic drums and guitar. "Quicker, quicker," says they sometimes the nine men accompanying their lush cheer to hear. Amy wants to leave, which is away from the first sound clear. Yet seldom has a man so genuine disgust in front of the audience and a so-total ignorance of everything except the drink in his hand experiences.
Not even an imitation Hits
The band, including three brass, granted her confused Diva a longer break and introduces itself. Ever try the nine extremely tanzfreudigen suit carrier with touching but often embarrassing acting Übermotiviertheit of Amys condition defense. No chance. After the break, then does nothing more, not even the voice: Three of them totally trashes them: the sexy melodrama "I'm no good", "Me and Mr. Jones" _ the radiant little homage to the soul classic "Me and Mrs. Jones," and finally "Rehab." The collapse of a disturbing Idols in fifty minutes. Encores then nobody wanted more.
Original review in German
here.