WHO ARE THEY? The unrepentantly provocative and pyromaniacal Neue Deutsche Härte (New German Hardness) stormtroopers from Berlin.
WHAT IS THIS? Their seventh studio release and their first album in a decade — presumably because they were waiting for populism to take hold around the globe once again.
WHAT DOES IT SOUND LIKE? A boot stamping on a human face — forever.
HOW SHOULD I LISTEN TO IT? While marching in formation, hoisting giant steins of beer or watching Leni Riefenstahl movies.
WHAT 10 WORDS DESCRIBE IT? Teutonic, aggressive, oppressive, malevolent, grim, anthemic, gothic, serrated, virile, visceral.
WHAT ARE THE BEST SONGS? Honestly, they’re all about the same — Till Lindemann growling in guttural German over the band’s relentless goth-metal grind and industrial pumping.
WHAT WILL MY FRIENDS AND FAMILY THINK? That if you think this is funny, it isn’t. Not anymore.
HOW OFTEN WILL I LISTEN TO THIS? As often as you watch Fox News and agree with it.
IF THIS ALBUM WERE CLOTHING, WHAT KIND OF CLOTHING WOULD IT BE? A black-leather trenchcoat with boots to match.
SHOULD I BUY, STREAM OR STEAL? What would Nietzsche tell you to do?
