Artistic standstill

Aggro Berlin is long behind us and not a few saw the demise of the label and the end of the concerned artists. Fler countered such stating quickly with plenty of publications and skin since long player on an annual basis out. Fans delighted this exemplary work ethic, while impartial opportunity handset ask for evidence and need for new plants. Such discussions will arise again with blue blood, for 16 or 20 pieces on the Blue-Magic-Edition there is, strictly speaking, nothing that does not exist so ever. Not infrequently, even a good deal better. Can the pieces still a small abgewinnen product around and my color bit and dub this as a halfway useful, this simply does not seem possible in the majority of the remainder. Content deadlocked in the deepest Straßenrap scenario to the ghetto, and money-than-life egos, there are unimaginative rhymes to synth beats that possibly bring mediocrity expressed.

However, the much more serious problem of Blue Blood is the way how Fler his lyrics are the best. Technically never been one of the best, it presents itself frighteningly blank and gives the impression of always saying the same thing in every respect. This is underpinned by guest Spitter Animus, the least miteinbringt a touch of wit with the same range of topics. They should be collected with simple fare like a popping Beat on Courage ugliness that goes towards JBGler already satisfied and certified the album an overall very inconsequential character who puts a smile on your face most loyal followers. The remaining balance is tired belongs and looks in Blue blood because artistic standstill Flers.