We are a bit worn down by now. Thomas has a sore throat, Max back pains, Malik keeps complaining how tired he is and we all lack sleep. Tons of sleep. On the other hand, we have set into a tour routine. After waking up around 3 PM, we were good to go and on the road to Dublin within an hour. No sightseeing today, we have a show to play in the capital of Ireland.

We arrive in Dublin earlier then planned, which means we have time for showers and dinner at my place before I’m checking in 3/5 of Killtribe into a south Dublin hostel and head back to the venue to make the bunch complete. I am too late to see Acrid Nebula opening, but witness the death metal thrash machine named Killface bulldoze Dublin’s oldest metal pub with their sound. The turnout tonight is ok for post-St. Paddy’s day purses and hangovers, but not as energetic as in the other venues, so Gacy’s Threads play to a room full of nodding heads and raised pint glasses sans moshing. Aaron stays on stage tonight and does not perform any climbing antics, but their sound is as tight and engaging as ever and does not show any of the overall tiredness of the whole tour tross.

I start handing out promo CD’s to the crowd before the Killtribe show, and meet a couple of Germans who came to Fibbers after attending the Accept-show that was happening earlier. The tribe is on stage before twelve tonight, and if they had misgivings about giving 100% on stage due to their age and weariness, this does not show. They have at least half of the place in front of the stage within minutes, and together with the brilliant sound produced by local engineer legend Jean-Claude manage to finally induce some movement in the crowd, directing the world’s smallest wall of death (again) and finding time to throw plastic cans at Gacy’s Threads. The best show of the tour so far.

I forgot to ask the Germans in the audience which visiting band they preferred, but judging from the fun they had in the front row they did not disapprove of Killtribe.

We end the night and begin Sunday morning in the downstairs club of Fibber Maggees, drowning cheap lager and dancing to hair metal. I finally manage to get slightly drunk as there’s no driving to do. It’s about the small things in life.