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In the documentary “STOKED: The Dreadnoughts Return”, there’s a moment that perfectly captures the beautiful chaos that is The Dreadnoughts. It’s a story so on-brand it could be their band bio. The time they played a pirate bar in Poland and, unsurprisingly, left it in absolute ruins.
Now, if you’ve never been to a Dreadnoughts show, imagine a sea shanty concert colliding headfirst with a punk riot. There are mosh pits. There are flying instruments. There are beer showers and, once, I swear I saw a band member set their pant leg on fire mid-song. It’s wild, it’s sweaty, it’s nautical anarchy, and everyone’s having the time of their life.
So, picture this. A pirate-themed bar in Poland. The inside looked like the set of Pirates of the Caribbean if it were sponsored by cheap vodka and good intentions. Wooden ship walls, rope netting, rigging, the whole vibe. The Dreadnaughts took the stage, and, as expected, things got delightfully out of hand.
According to the band, someone (band member? innocent bystander? ancient sea ghost?) may or may not have yelled at the crowd to “climb something.” That’s all the encouragement the local Polish punk kids needed. Fueled by cheap booze and pure chaos, they started scaling the rigging, the walls, even each other. One enterprising climber yanked a giant net loose, which promptly collapsed onto the band and part of the crowd.
The show came to a screeching halt as everyone tried to untangle themselves from the ropey mess. The bar owners, now witnessing their ship-shaped dream turning into a literal liability nightmare, were not, as they say, stoked. They tried to shut the show down.
But the Dreadnaughts, true to form, kept playing. Even when the owners cut power to the amps, they didn’t stop. The crowd didn’t stop. The moshing just… got quieter. Acoustic mosh energy.
Eventually, for reasons including but not limited to “this is a fire hazard,” the show was forcibly shut down.
But the legend? That stayed afloat. Pirate punk legends. Mayhem on the high seas… of Eastern Europe.
Written by Alana Black | Evolution Media
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