There are songs you just listen to. And then there are those you have to scream out loud. For over two decades, Callejon have been providing plenty of material for the latter. The German metalcore band, fronted by singer and creative force Basti Basti, simply can’t resist really blowing our minds. Somewhere between a dark atmosphere and the over-the-top ‘Porn From Spain’ series, Callejon have retained their unique identity. At Full Metal Mayrhofen, this becomes an outlet for everything that’s been building up. Anyone who hasn’t managed to really get their adrenaline pumping on the slopes is in good hands here.
One of Germany’s most exciting Modern-Metal bands, delivering massive breakdowns, electronic soundscapes and those damn huge choruses that apparently work just as well at 2,000 meters above sea level.
And that’s exactly what Full Metal Mayrhofen is about: a band usually tearing up international festival stages and big clubs – suddenly right in the middle of the Zillertal, with mountains instead of an LED wall behind them.
We’d love to make some clever comparison between breakdowns and downhill runs here.
But honestly, we just want to see you in the moshpit in the snow.
Grave Digger in the Zillertal. Do we really need to sell this one?
Over 40 years of Heavy Metal, countless shows, anthems for the ages – and now we’re simply putting Chris Boltendahl and his crew right between snow-covered peaks.
Heavy Metal Breakdown with a mountain view. Rebellion in the Zillertal. And somewhere, a marmot is looking very concerned.
Seeing Grave Digger in a setting that’s considerably smaller – and considerably more mountainous – than the stages they usually play is one of those things you probably won’t get to experience very often.
The Reaper is coming to the Zillertal. Scythe: optional. Ski helmet: still recommended.
For more than five decades, Udo Dirkschneider has been one of the defining voices of Heavy Metal. While trends came and went, genres evolved and faded away, UDO simply kept doing what he has always done: pure, uncompromising Heavy Metal. No filters. No compromises.No need to chase whatever comes next.
This isn't about nostalgia. This is about legacy.
From “Balls to the Wall” and “Metal Heart” to “Fast as a Shark”, these songs weren't written to be remembered—they were written to be played loud. Very loud.
The Alps are built from solid rock.
So is U.D.O.'s career.
Heavy Metal doesn't get cold. It just puts on a leather jacket.
Some bands play Death Metal. And then there’s Hypocrisy a band that has been hurling riffs from another dimension down to Earth for more than three decades.
It all started with one man: Peter Tägtgren. He recorded the first demos entirely on his own, and only when Nuclear Blast came calling did he bring in musicians to forge a real band. What followed is Swedish Metal history: from the debut “Penetralia” through classics like “The Fourth Dimension”, “Abducted” and “Virus” to the latest album “Worship”, a journey through abductions, conspiracies and cosmic horror.
The sound? Massive and dense, with catchy melodic riffs, crushing drum fills, dark lyrics and vocals that swing between every extreme. And if you think a band like this is just resting on its legacy laurels after 30 years, think again: “Worship” stormed all the way to number 16 in the German album charts. Tägtgren himself says that these days, he can write 20 riffs and not one of them makes the album. With Hypocrisy only what truly kills survives. All killer, no filler – you know the drill!
Now the Swedish mothership is touching down in the Zillertal, and every seasoned Metalhead knows: when strange lights flicker above the peaks at Full Metal Mayrhofen, those aren’t snow cannons. The aliens have arrived. And they brought riffs.
Some people head to the Alps for skiing. Others come to lose their voice at a Feuerschwanz show.
Somewhere between dragons, medieval madness, folk anthems and riffs heavier than your ski boots, Feuerschwanz have perfected the art of turning every crowd into one giant choir. Whether you're a long-time fan or just here for the glorious chaos, expect singalongs loud enough to echo through the Zillertal.
Somewhere between dragons, medieval madness, folk anthems and riffs heavier than your ski boots, Feuerschwanz have perfected the art of turning every crowd into one giant choir. Whether you're a long-time fan or just here for the glorious chaos, expect singalongs loud enough to echo through the Zillertal.
Après-Ski? Gibt’s. Après-Feuerschwanz? Muskelkater im Nacken und keine Stimme mehr.
