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HERE HARE HERE

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After having played their hearts out in all kinds of shabby and run-down basements, barely accessible ramshackle huts, living rooms of hopelessly crowded shared flats, Here Hare Here from Bern has finally earned their stripes.

Lots of blood, sweat, guitars and nerves were sacrificed in order to weld the raw and explosive sound of Here Hare Here, and apart from a few old-time punks and drunk concert-goers, a few more people seem to have taken pleasure in the unusual band. On stage, the unstoppable punky Rock’n Roll Train deliberately steams its way towards the cliffs. Without collateral damage and losses there’s nothing to be gained from Here Hare Here. Whooping it up as if there is no tomorrow is their brachial motto. Or maybe there really is no tomorrow? Fuck it!