It’s a lumbering, brooding piece that swells to Till’s monumental proclamation of ‘Was ich liebe!’ (‘What I love’), with heart-on-sleeve lyrics pilfered from his poetry collection, In Stillen Nächten. The mid-point of Rammstein’s untitled, seventh album seemed a jarring choice to open their first-ever stadium tour. Till’s never had the most versatile range, yet his vocal tic prior to the three minute mark serves as one of the greatest little nuances he’s ever smashed into a recording device. Playing B-side to Das Modell’s single, Kokain hides sing-along chants betwixt metronomic guitar chuggery and louche, understated club beats. In the words of the late, great and usually irate music journalist Steven Wells: “It’s all like shouting URK! ARK! UMLAUT RAUS! and killer riffs and fucking blowing shit the fuck up.” Who can argue with that? If anything, its punishing, Ministry-esque riff is a potent reminder of Rammstein’s stupidly high quality threshold, even when doing a ‘safe’ track. Musically, this is one of the simpler songs from Rammstein’s third record, Mutter.
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