Listen up, you beautiful degenerates, because today we're diving into the sweaty, raw underbelly of music. We're talking about The Picturebooks, a band with their roots so deeply entangled in skateboarding that they probably bleed grip tape and asphalt. Fynn Grabke and Philipp Mirtschink are the dynamic duo ready to slap your eardrums with some of the grittiest Rock 'n' Roll you'll ever hear.
Mirtschink, man, he's not just a drummer—he's a goddamn force of nature. His beats don't just come from the roots of Rock 'n' Roll; no, they’re born from the primal rhythms of ancient slaves, echoing through time to pound your soul into submission. When their music hits, it's like a heartbeat coursing through every atom of your being. And Grabke? He's the madman with a guitar, channeling raw electricity straight into your veins, jolting your body like an electric chair gone haywire.
These guys, I swear, must've struck a deal with the devil himself, like the legendary Robert Johnson. Their music oozes with unholy energy, every note dripping with sweat and sin. And behind the curtain, pulling the strings of this sonic madness, is Fynn's old man—a skateboarding and music legend in his own right. This guy just got inducted into the Skateboarding Hall of Fame, a badge of honor for his wild rides with Santa Cruz Skateboards and other brands back in the '80s and his stint in bands like Eight Dayz. He’s been a rare bird in Europe skateboarding history.
But wait, there's more. These lunatics have made a pact with us at the American Beauty Car Show to return every year. So, mark your calendars with a big, fat red circle, because missing their next show would be a crime.
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