A pioneer of the German rock'n'roll

Fats & His Cats on Sunday morning at the slaughterhouse in Sachsenhausen was an address that hardly anyone could be missed in this time, who lived in the Rhine-Main area. The disc brings that feeling back again, as the girls whirled still with Pettycoat and white socks on the dance floor, the guys with pomade in his hair held their Tolle in shape and casually left the cigarette dangling from his lips. Everyone was kind of James Dean and the music was not canned, but was handmade. Just as it sounded when Otto reciting. Too bad that is irretrievably past this time and Fats will certainly turn to its cloud, if today's superstars have disappeared after half a year on promotional tour again into oblivion. But Otto and his boys continue to live, at least in the memory of those who Fats & His Cats were able to experience.