Molotov's music from the depths of the stomach Kuhle - their debut album is a slavering, galletriefender hate lumps, a blow against the rotten state of Mexican society, which was far too little appreciated in the history of political protest music. Already the first song is the line before that this band has made to date more or less non-changeable - toppagressive, blaring guitar riffs, which merge seamlessly with fleet Mittwipp choruses, Chanting deposits and not least a refreshing tendency in the face of social ills not mince to take over her mouth. One would like to cut this album every BAföG alimentierten Sozialrevoluzzer with 28 semesters Theaterpädagogik around the ears, which in a "German police state" imagines himself just because he turn his GreenDay album quieter must after 22 clock - Molotov grant an unflinching look at what it means to live in a country where nothing and no one - neither the parties nor the press, and certainly not the police - can be trusted. Instead psychopathic Keifgesang of brand Slipknot (of course also has its charm - no offense), reimburse a handful of angry Mexicans with polyphonic choruses howler indictment against unknown - answers and solutions you will not find here, but a lot of uncomfortable questions.
In the second half of the aggressiveness in my opinion comes a little too much to the fore, which ultimately come at the expense of the melodies and the recognition of the individual pieces (the later albums offer significantly more variety) - thus a star deduction for a throughout more as an original, energy-defying album that honest and uncontrived effect even after nearly 15 years in his first publication, as a truckload of pop-punk bands from Western Europe affluent families. A safety note: Due to the increased density of curse words, it is advisable to refrain when visiting a Spanish-speaking country to sing in the car - a confrontation could have serious consequences.
