"Raucously Sexy"
--Rachel Kramer Bussell, VILLAGE VOICE
"Oh, Yes."
--BLENDER Magazine
PINK STËËL makes heavy metal gay, and gay heavy metal funny as hell--blurring the lines between music, comedy, Motley Crüe and Mary Poppins to create a fabulous, fist-pumping arena rock concert experience that will leave you singing tunes like "We Fight For Cock" "I'm Comin' Out (All Over You)" and "Sausage Party" for days--whether you want to or not.
"Outlandish performanance and inspired bitchiness."
--TIME OUT NEW YORK
" The gays from hell."
--NEXT Magazine
THE HISTORY:
Born in Bremen, Germany, Hanson Jobb and Udo Von DüYü have made good on their sacred pledge to "conquer the world, one bath house at a time." But PINK STËËL's rightful place in the great book of Gay Heavy Metal has been 20 years in the making.
"The two have made gay heavy metal history."
--INSTINCT Magazine
The flashpoint of this journey was September 1983, when founding members Udo Von DüYü (guitar, vocals) and Hanson Jobb (vocals) encountered each other in a smoky Rotterdam bathhouse/nightclub. Hanson had just finished "chatting" in the back room with several Nigerian wrestlers. A forlorn Udo was smothering his sorrows at the bar after his lover had left him for a cantaloupe with a hole cut in it. The two natives of Bremen, Germany immediately recognized each other from high school swim team. And the rest--as documented in the power ballad "Two Men Enter, One Man Loves"--is Gay Heavy Metal history.
PINK STËËL have spread the gospel of Gay Heavy Metal ever since, covering the eastern U.S., northern Europe, and parts of Estonia. With the seminal albums Mouth Full of Magic, Creaming for Vengeance, and the upcoming Out at the Devil, PINK STËËL have duly carved their names into men's room walls and into hard rock legend.
"Their hysterical and catchy songs meld Ozzy Ozbourne with Oscar Wilde. "
--HX Magazine
UND WHAT'S THIS ABOUT A DRUMMER?
Still reading? Good. Hanson and Udo met drummer Helmut Bang at the 1999 Atomare Schreie von den Homosexuellen art exhibition in Mannheim. Bang, a part-time Audi mechanic and successful ice sculptor, impressed the duo with his four-meter phallus. Sure enough, the three got to talking--or rather, "talking." And the rest--as documented in Helmut's out-of-print chapbook Schlagen Meine Häute ("Banging My Skins")--is bad, indulgent German poetry. And history.
"They will have your sides aching from laughing all night."
--BUST Magazine
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