Mr.Moustache

Forget Scaruffi and vote for an album that truly deserves four stars.

Heterodirected group: from this album I particularly love "Kyrie," "Stalin," and "Freiheit"; "Wait and Search" and "Wellend" are also very impactful... the beautiful "Pickel" resonates much more than kraftwerkian, a track that would make the adolescent Depeche Mode envious, from whom I find a lot, finally, in "English Waitresses." Truly splendid.

Thank you, seraphic Punisher, master of lexical self-destruction. Thank you very much for the infinite kindness also to miss kosmogabri.

Very simple: remaining castrated by social silence, to the point of craving heroin.

In my opinion, the ultra-nazi aspect is just the backdrop. I actually believe that the dramatic principles with which they approach the use of pneumatic hammers and plastic tubes as percussions only serve to highlight the decay of modern society, through the utilization of what are, in fact, the scraps that are brutally interpreted and animated in this album. Here, I see few bunkers and/or red armies at the gates: instead, there’s a strong smell of rubble and fragments of concrete, rusty refrigerators, and vehicles with shattered windshields dulled by time.

p.s.: As noted in the aforementioned comment, my spelling mistakes and errors represent my immediate spontaneity in wanting to express my feelings in a Direct way. I am certainly not Allen Ginsberg, I believe this is obvious.

In responding to you, Mr. SFASCIACARROZZE, I admit that I hastily jotted down my impressions regarding the sound of the group in question in a direct manner. Kollaps represents for me an anthropological as much as a musical niche of unique importance and capability, for countless reasons, among others. Nothing transcendental: I simply believe I find a strong resonance with what is the visual perception that this album manages to imprint in my foolish Freudian limbs, and to put it bluntly, I can sense in my nostrils the condensed dust of lime produced by "Steh auf Berlin."
As for those who think I enjoy drafting cut-ups birthed purely by chance, well, I humbly believe they don't fully grasp what this record has the potential to inflict infectiously upon the listener. But quoting the Wise Mr. Sfaciacarrozze: "de-gustibus."

This Is The Sad Fucking Song!!!

Congratulations. Especially for the devastating insert.

Not at all: brand-new!