While the first work “Jugend Violencia” (produced by Marc Schettler, Sportfreunde Stiller, etc.) had a “wall of sound”, countless tracks and bombast from all corners, the new work is simply adorned with nothing at all, except simply Lots of small, loving details, refinements and songs, each of which stands as a small work of art in itself. No perfectly cut takes, no guitar walls and still fat from every pore. Punk rock? Who cares? Apparently not the band. No good hairstyles, no indie discos, little youth consensus.
There are pianos, synths, electronic junk, percussion and lots of out of tune moments. Distorted, overdriven, sought after, overpriced. The album never looks for the perfect hook, neither for the disco nor for the street. It cares little about its fans. No “It’s nice that you’re here” or “How are you?”, just moments. moments.
Track list:
1. The likeable prototype
2. Vodka hypnotics
3. Pictures of mountains
4. Commodore Jihad
5. Automat Supérieur
6. The Golden Robot
7. Grave in the forest
8. Spirit
9. Blood in / blood out
10. Poem for egoists
11. The 3rd room
12. Cold City
13. Chance's last journey
