AUGN

»If you don’t like the index finger, you must put up with the middle finger.« The duo Augn make cabaret-style spoken word post-punk and wear stocking masks, and even this attempt at an accurate band description will likely make them shrug their shoulders in disdain. The fact is, Augn is painfully honest. They don’t want to please anyone; they criticize everyone: Beyoncé, Falco, the Berlin hipster bubble, students, the Junge Union. It’s criticism of social criticism. The nasty irony of the ever-ironic digital zeitgeist. Unpleasant as shit. That’s what songs like »Deutschrap ist tot«, »Falcos Tochter« and »Vintage« are supposed to be. Sophisticated, without claiming to live up to any expectations. That’s what concertgoers have to put up with.

Zwei personen stehen nachts in einem Park. Sie tragen Strumpfhosen über dem Kopf, um ihre Gesichter zu verzerren.