Criticism has to dance ...

... So the stylish-subversive suits Delay once described his approach in SPIEGEL. What does he mean exactly by that is be heard on this CD (or LP). He takes everything on the grain, which is not his ideas critically-left existence, and in the stupidity and a fun cult ruined country that is a good thing. He takes the modern pinstripe Neos with their ineradicable and hackneyed arguments (he has built the motorways) on the grain (he builds' ne Datenautonahn and can now also smile), the so silent, rich and happy country in the phase of post terrorism (now you can finally go in peace Mercedes), the computer addicts Daddelzombies ("Konsolien"). Even the long-standing Delay friend Udo Lindenberg is represented by samples, as well as a hamburger Nuschler, on Mercedes-Dance he sings then himself with. The music grooves and movet, the basses are beautifully bold, everything fits, the disk is not annoying and is by listening well, the jokes are anything but trite, because here speaks intelligence. Delay brings the debate to level, because our country is not just from football, howler shows, Barth and Song Contest. It is also good that the other bald Delay takes a little with his baldness the wind out of the sails by leaning their aesthetic uses and insecure thereby. Class disk. One slip: Why now just the annoying Xavier Naidoo with a tribute to a Flash God here had a duet with Delay croon a song that is not clear and does not fit the basic approach of rebellious CD. Here, read: odd one out.