This is the worst record I've purchased in the past three years. Equal first, the two stars are there for the price, the amenities (2xLP plus CD) and the excellent technical production. Otherwise, I think the record musically as lyrically shockingly bad. In the very first piece shows what to make of this record. They can probably endure just stoned. What Mr. Laciny delivers lyrically here, you can probably only get if you took note of the substances on the plate so often called a bit too much to him. Sometimes it sounds like even as if he just babbles the most naive rhymes that jump him straight in the brain in the Sequencer. May well be that the subjects of the one or the other song is not bad, but most primitive processed lyrically. Do it only surprised that no typical filler words like "ey old" or "motherf **" are included on the album. And clearly he speaks at least as well. Musically everything with every now and then something deep bass, so you might feel anything at all rather sluggish in the music. The only pieces that are falling slightly from the series Indians, absinthe and I got 5. The pieces 13-16 I have unfortunately not managed even after the third attempt, by listening to the plate. Nee, since Casper and KIZ me a thousand times better. Marsi, stick to the molds or soccer games.
