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Bloody Krauts, those two. I'm not too familiar with Krauts, but these must belong to that particular category that hangs out at the most isolated mountain cabin in ski resorts drinking grappa, and then seeing them come down is quite a show. Until they run you over. Ehm.

But how much can you trash, with a drum kit reduced to the minimum and a little organ of this damn worth 50 bucks? Maybe you could manage to make that girl, a bit indie and a bit alternative, who you brought along the last (and only) time you went to see the Straciachàz Faiv Ensèmbol, lead band of the new avantpostelectroplutz scene from Burkina Faso, dance to it, where you can't even tap your foot to the beat, otherwise you'd disturb the concentration of the audience. Or maybe not.

Bloody Krauts, I tell you! Recently, they've made all the pseudo-intellectuals of the worst bars in Caracas jump around, whose thick glasses (of the pseudointellectuals, not of Caracas!) have even been seen flying to the ground, broken into pieces.

Since when do Krauts play bloody Rock 'n' Roll? Well, good on the first try!

And maybe the girl will even give it to you.