The Budokan is pretty massive so the sound was quite uncontrollable and when you factor in the screams it wasn’t easy. It felt as though we were constantly on the verge of losing it musically but thankfully we were well-rehearsed and just about managed to hold it together. It seemed easier the second night because we knew what we were up against. I seem to remember tv cameras upon our arrival as we exited the plane into the terminal and this was all rather a lot to take in for a band that had only played to an audience of a few hundred and been shunned by the media en mass back home.
I probably did buy a souvenir as UDO felt obliged to send us off to the Ginza tax free arcade, which was like a treasure cove under the railway arches.