And also in terms of sharp-tongued irony was not saving: The very first extraction 'Lampshades On Fire' can be aptly to a humanity of which can not find a way out of their dilemma and therefore simply continue wirtschaftet ('Spend some time floating out in space, place Another Planet Make The Same Mistakes. Our minds all shatter When We climb on board, hoping for the scientist to find another door '). Worn songs about serial killers belong anyway rigueur, here it is the fictional original sound of the man who Gianni Versace shot over the pile ('Pistol'), a little country slapstick at the end: 'God is an Indian and you 're at a *** ole, get on your horse and ride' 'matches. Quiet, shrill, whispering, screaming, campfires, Wrecking Ball, it's all here on this album and everyone would probably understand if Isaac Brock and colleagues would sit back a bit after work. But far from it 'the recordings were so one hears, though very tiring, but probably also quite fertile and so should a second litter of songs come in the not too distant future, in the shops, this time including Krist Novoselic (Nirvana). Good news for people who love 'oh, we better leave it at that. mapambulo: blog