Rammstein's Liebe Ist Für Alle Da

Rammstein? It's like this. If you like quiet, gentle music then you probably won't like this band who reference warfare and sex repeatedly.
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Rammstein? It's like this. If you like quiet, gentle music then you probably won't like this band who reference warfare and sex repeatedly.

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Welcome to Air Rammstein - we doubt you'll enjoy your voyage

Like a noisy, spunking, Panzer tank behemoth waving its metallic cock at the world Rammstein have been striding the music scene for more than a decade readying their huge motherload before spraying into the faces of the mass audience that they have claimed without anyone’s permission.

Their revolting sense of humour and grinding industrial slabs of raw power have seen them fill stadiums whilst being roundly ignored by the mainstream media who seem to be content to explain away music on their own indiecentric terms. Rammstein have clocked up millions of album sales and easily sell out stadiums worldwide with their darkly, humorous, anthemic songs nearly all sung in German.

Toying with the dark and dangerous and playing with imagery the band have been accused of everything including being Nazis to being industrial Goths which in some indie message boards rife with anonymous creeps is a far darker accusation.

Not that Rammstein care. With a Teutonic smirk they have created a catalogue of releases that are pure art- they may be funny and leering with an evil glint but everything they do is produced perfectly and packaged beautifully. Their stage shows are stunning- full of black humour and fire- they are like Grimms fairy tales come to life as the band stomp their Teutonic jackboot, homoerotic, pansy division live show of a stomping mash of techno, industrial and metal into thrillingly effective whole.

They have huge mountains of fire and pyrotechnics and employ a ten foot dildo which is shoved up their put upon keyboard player’s skinny butt cheeks before throwing the unfortunate organ operator into a huge vat of boiling liquid- you don’t get that kind of sense of theatrical at a Strokes concert do you!

They can also back this up musically and their songs are massive, sprawling anthems of grunting and grinding nightmare power and rumbling dynamics that leaves most modern rock cowering in the corner with tepid fear.

Growing up in East Germany in the times of Commie misrule gave Rammstein a very different slant on the world and from the snippets of rock information that leaked through the Berlin wall they constructed their own dark and bizarre world. Years later they are still in love with the wilful wind up, the arch prankster statement of intent and deliberate misconduct designed to set the hackles rising.

Their videos are like feature films, brilliantly conceived and beautifully filmed. They are slabs of high art that perfectly compliment their stomping music that also incorporate many subtleties that most of their contemporaries miss.

The long awaited new album, ‘Liebe ist für alle da’ has few surprises- afterall they have already pretty well redesigned the fabric for this kind of music and all that’s left now is to fine tune the machine. There are the staple razor sharp riffing twin attack often playing in unison to create a surging, incessant riffola especially on tracks like B****** with its H Bomb guitar assault   and Waidmann’s Heil  which starts with a weird hunting horn sound before some of the heaviest guitars you are likely to hear take full advantage of the crisp and no holds barred production.

The amazing drumming of Christoph "Doom" Schneider which its pure power and technique and the techno keyboards of Flake Lorenz which often stray into techno and trance sounds give the band a massive extra dimension. It’s this combination of the tougher end of dance and the bludgeon of guttural stomping metal that they are most effective at. Sometimes they switch from their template sound like on Haifisch which is like Depeche Mode doing knees up and sounds even darker and weirder for it.

Till Lindemann’s Vocals are the key point of the group. He is such a great singer switching from bear like growl to romantic croon and always armed with hilarious lyrics- check out the translations as Til sings of cannibalism, death and darkness with the knowing wink. He switches to French on the darkly romantic ballad like Fruhling In Paris and switches back to German for the other swooping ballad Rotr Sand where they enter the same sort of stripped down soundscapes as the genius Einsterzende Neubaten. There is even a bit of English on the blatant sex doggerel of the album's lead off single, Pussy, a song designed to create claims of misogyny and a honey pit of controversy for critics to slide into. This was before the video came out which was a straight porn film with xxx scenes of the various band members in congress and unshowable anywhere apart form on the internet where it became clever success.

Pussy's chorus goes ‘You’ve got a pussy, I have a dick, So what’s the problem, Let’s do it quick" which has internet mongs moaning anonymously about its lack of poetic power without even getting the sucker punch. Afterall shagging is a feral business and the best sex poetry is stripped away to the simplistic grunt.

That’s Rammstein all over- playing games, messing with minds, creating facades with smoke and mirrors inviting you to think the worst and feel uncomfortable. It’s a clever and dangerous game and can leave them wide open but confrontation is one of the keys to their aesthetic. They look at the darkness that lurks out there and twist into songs like  on Weiner Blu where they sing about Joseph Frietzel the Austrian father who locked his daughter in the cellar.

They seem to take every cliché dumped upon Germany, exaggerate it, and throw it back into the faces of the lazy. It’s a cool trick and quite hilarious.

Maybe the album isn’t quite as great as their classic, ‘Mutter’ but its pretty damn close and this is a band whose songs have  a habit of creeping under your skin and into your life. It’s still one of the best releases of the year- a clever, subversive dark and strangely amusing record of filthy raw power  that I’ve been enjoying playing full blast through my atomised headphones as I crunch out heavy weights in he gym- and what higher compliment for a rock record can there be than that!