
In the same manner Beltway homo
Tom DeLay's perpetually dyed hairdo attempts to pass itself off as darker than it really is, the oddly lo-fi bizarro opera axe grinders
Urfaust want every track on
Geist Ist Teufel to paint it black. But how can you be an agent of
The Antichrist when you seemingly have a
Liza Minelli impersonater as your lead vocalist? No matter how tortured the howls of
Drundenfß sound, they eventually set up camp in, well,
Camp. More remarkably, these Kraut rockers even turn in a sprightly (if altogether aberrant) forest leprechaun jig ditty with
Auszug aller tödlich seinen Krafte. It's the final
untitled 15-minute track of hypnotic keyboard swashes, however, which finds them lighting into new metal territory. It's the only moment when their doom cabaret, old chum, comes to its full realization.
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