This report was done by our own initiative, Drunk on Drugs Report was not invited to Entremuralhas, we paid for the tickets and went on the second day of the festival just to watch “Perturbator” play in our country for the first time.
We have no obligation to do anything, we did this report for kicks and to tell you why Entremuralhas is a good bet when it comes to summer festivals around here.
Henceforth, we will and shall say whatever we want, we hope the organization understands. We get that you’re busy and probably see most webzines and reporters as parasites who want to suck on your tits until they are dry, saggy, and sad… Here we are spilling the beans on why your castle party is so good… even though you gave us the cold shoulder.
Drunk on Drugs cares, DOD is love, we did not start this to give you a robotic, infomercial like statement of what happened out there. We want you, the fans, the artists, the organizers, to relive the experience, we love what we do and we love giving it to you in the face.
With that out of the way, let’s move on to the festival!
First of all, (this is a very important), DO NOT go to this festival if you are obese. When we say obese, we mean if you’re out of breath from going up a small flight of stairs.
The stages are separated by big ass stone stairwells, which at some times, are slippery as fuck.
We walked all the way from the stadium to the entrance of the castle… the sun was fucking blazing… and our next move was to keep going up more stairs.
Naturally, if you are very obese, moving about the festival will induce cardiac arrest before you even smell the second stage, mobility scooter is always an option…but stairs. Stay at home with your burritos and burgers if the thought of step after step after step makes your chest hurt.
Secondly, this festival was way off our usual cup of tea. We are used to crawling in the dirt and dust with the drunks, sleeping in stinking tents full of water and waiting to go see a band growl about body parts and blasphemy. We are used to the scum scraped from the bottom of the bucket, drowning in liquor and narcotics.
None of that shit was here, this was the most fancy pants festival we’ve ever been to. Also, never have we been so well received at a festival, it was like entering someone’s house for a party and the owners are standing at the entrance, greeting all the guests and pointing them to the Champagne and hors d’oeuvres. It was genuinely a warm welcome, not one of those snooty “fine, you paid you get in” receptions, they were actually thrilled when people showed up!
Side note: Contrary to popular belief, the goths are a really nice friendly people, at least the ones we talked to. We learned that tiny hats are a popular fashion statement, just like metalheads and bullet belts.
Also, wait till TSA gets a load of this! The security didn’t check your baggage, AT ALL…. Super trusting, you could get in there with bombs and shotguns for all they cared.
However, you need a credit card to buy your ticket, guess that’s an effective way to keep retarded troublemakers out of your festival.
On to the bands that we barely saw! It was our first time in the area, so naturally, the castle itself stole the show for a while, and with good time management, we only missed one band… one that we were interested in seeing, but we had to go get the whiskey we left at the car!
As we reached the first stage (which was the best one there, from a visual point of view) there was no more room to get in as “Simone Salvatori” was doing his show. We hear this guy is a mobster… yes, this guy, Simone was a guy.
He’s been here before with his buddies, the “Spiritual Front”, back in 2013 and was called back due to some guys called “Twa Corbies” cancelling on short notice.
The stage was fucking packed, so after a short while of standing around, we went on to check the rest of the castle while the sun still shined on the ancient stone.
There was an art gallery with all kinds of wacko sculptures, some you might have seen some on our instagram account, if not, we’ll include them here anyway, so check out the gallery below.
Many of the sculptures ranged from plastic amalgamations of dolls and broken kitchen appliances glued together and painted black and some other weird ass paintings of every variety… A good way to spend five minutes of your time while nothing happened.
“Dear Deer” was the band we valued less than our whisky. It didn’t help that the mob of people who had just saw them passed us, and everyone was speaking very highly of them, another band on the “DOD: We missed it” list for future reference. We’ll be prepared next time.
“Bärlin” played next on the second stage, yep, had to journey on to the next stage, (Entremuralhas doesn’t reuse stages for longer than two bands, that’s for poor festivals!) They use a stage for no longer than two acts… then close it down until the next day.
Fellas, those “Bärlin” guys were fucking amazing! Their facebook says they play Ghost Rock (Low Rock, No-Jazz, Cold Wave, Post Punk, and Haunted Cabaret)… which just made us feel retarded in terms of our own musical knowledge.
All we know is, the bass lines were raunchy as fuck, the vocalist barked like a madman when he wasn’t somberly blowing into his clarinet or squirting out sweet vocals. The rhythms and showmanship of these guys really made the crowd glue their eyeballs to the stage from the start until the end.
We took a break to eat and came back to see the main event “In the Nursery”… we didn’t get it, honestly, nothing about their show stuck with us, the music flew over our heads like an intricate joke over a dumb idiot.
Everyone was there though, the place was packed, making it much harder to film that than “Bärlin”, far too many extremely well dressed goths enjoying the show… The festival was seriously fashionable, we felt like hobos staying at a five star hotel for vampires.
After the main event, the last stage opened with “Vox Low”, this one we thoroughly enjoyed, giving us some very nice electronic beats that set an ominous mood. It was like a gentle, slow and enjoyable descent into madness.
At this point, we had also realized it was really easy to keep a conversation with someone (which almost never happens at live shows) since the music wasn’t that loud or overwhelming. That, or we’ve been listening too much brutal death metal lately…
After “Vox Low” were done being delicious with their fancy dark electronics, it was time for us to orgasm like we’ve never orgasmed before.
The only reason why we’re here telling you guys about this right now is because “Perturbator” came to Entremuralhas. We thought about coming a few years back when “Igorrr” was in town, how that guy ended up on the bill to XXXAPADA Open air… we’ll never understand.
We wouldn’t drive halfway through the country to watch random bands perform… we came for PERTURBATOR and he did not disappoint!
We’d personally like to give a fucking big thank you to the photographer from “Diário de Leiria” who captured some parts of the show for us with her exclusive press access. Didn’t we tell you goths were nice? And it’s not because of our natural charm either.
We had some difficulties filming “Perturbator”, from the first second of “Neo Tokyo” we were orgasming too hard to focus or even worry about it, we were just there, enjoying the moment, it was glorious. The show felt like being inside one of his records, with James there to connect each song in his own unique way.
Alcohol keeps us from remembering the exact order of songs aside from the first and last.
Fortunately, there was no shortage of amazing synthwave goodness, “Future Club”, “Technoir”, “She is Young, she is beautiful, she is next”, “Humans are such Easy prey”, “Venger”, “Satanic Rites”, “Raw Power”, “Disco Inferno”, “She moves like a knife” MOTHER FUCKING YES!
So fucking entertaining, everything any “Perturbator” fan could have wanted. Thank you for this Entremuralhas, whatever happens between us, we will always remember that we saw “Perturbator” because of you, thanks a million!
The eager crowd did not want James to go away, so to leave us quivering with climax, he played the first part of “Dangerous days”, “Welcome Back” and “Perturbator’s Theme”! (It was one of those moments when you could die for all you care and it would be fine, it was that good a show).
As well as a great fucking Festival, Entremuralhas is definitely worth the shekels. Lots of different and weird music to enjoy, (we love weird, props to our bros from TWBITW who have ceased to exist but live on in our hearts) good people, good eats for our tummies, good sights to see, good everything!
They certainly do give an extraordinarily entertaining and pleasurable experience as advertised on their website, so remember, Entremuralhas does not bullshit you. (We’ll leave the brothel comments to Hugh Dick).
See you next year Entremuralhas, if you bring over Carpenter Brut or VHS Glitch… we’ll definitely be back! If you don’t, we might be back anyway, smoking weed and getting drunk in a castle is tight.
Bellow you can check the pictures we took as well as our video for the festival, enjoy and follow us on Youtube, Facebook and Instagram (twitter is boring but we are there too).
Text, photos and video by J.P. Alves