Don't be fooled by the opening of "Maladrino" -- Eugene Hütz hasn't gotten soft. He's just setting up what's to come: a giddy sing-along in some cantina south of the border of the borderless world of crazed, speed-punk polka drinking music that is Gogol Bordello.
Friday night saw an entire night of rainfall, and the super cell storm that would be later confirmed to have created the largest tornado in recorded history left Mulberry Mountain and Wakarusa wetter and muddier than ever.
Atop a mountain, surrounded by an Arkansas forest, lies the 10-years-running music festival, Wakarusa.
What did people say about Woodstock? If you can remember it all you weren't actually there? Same goes for a Gogol Bordello show. If you somehow avoided the Eastern dance infection and the temptation to imbibe against paeans like "Alcohol" you must have left the raucous ruckus of the Pageant for the semi-weekly Missouri tornado.
Friday night at the Pageant featured a rare and beautiful site: a mosh pit of sweaty rockers. Like Proust's madeleine, the scent of mosh transported me back to an earlier primordial time, when I was young and too stupid not to realize that dances which involve elbows and collisions aren't healthy, even if they are fun. Gogol Bordello brought it all back to me.
Gogol Bordello’s music is a melting pot of intoxicating gypsy rhythms and punk mentality. The mix of culture within the band itself is a genuine display of their mission of community and optimism. Stopping by during the band's tour for Trans-Continental Hustle, singer Eugene Hütz visited Coin-Operated Radio to perform an inspiring solo set.