Blassportgruppe

Black on White

From the stands, the crowd’s in constant cheer; from the field, you hear Hendrix, Grönemeyer, Hildegard Knef, and AC/DC. On the coaching bench? Miles Davis sits next to Katy Perry and Bruno Mars. Choreography by the Jacob Sisters, sports equipment by Ernst Mosch. So, what’s the game?

Obviously: a first-division match by the Blassportgruppe! And that means: brass music. But hold the polka, no Florian Silbereisen, and definitely no playback. From this team’s horns blast no military marches – even though they dooccasionally parade on foot. Their tools may be made of brass, but this ain’t your average heavy metal. Their attitude? Rock. Their style? All-encompassing. Their sound? Glorious. And their show? 97% family-friendly.

There’s no drawer big enough to fit this band:
The BSG is a funk band that couldn’t care less about power outages, a pop group despite having actual musical skills, a well-behaved punk paradox, a men’s choir in wolf’s clothing, a Schlager troupe without the tranquilizers, and a jazz ensemble with a crowd. All of that, just not all at once – but in quick succession.

Born out of the finest German jazz academies, these brass athletes impress not only with a revue worthy of the Moulin Rouge, but with a musical virtuosity rarely seen in gym shorts. Alongside their own songs, they serve up covers that outshine the originals and melt hearts previously thought unmeltable. Not just because the lyrics are suddenly in German or the instrumentation flips the script, but because a lullaby makes you both dream and dance, a kitsch ballad finds true pathos, and a rock anthem still rocks – just… differently.