Rated 4.5 / 5 from 1 log on Katalog
Haven’t you always thought German was the perfect language for bluesy, moody rock? Haven’t you always thought all those edgy radical philosophers would like their vocalists contemplative but always hoarse, svelte, with prominent cheekbones and Adam’s apples? I did. I do. And that’s precisely what this is. I haven’t looked into their lyrics, quite frankly, I don’t need to. I certainly won’t risk losing the high regard I’ve of them. I need this.
