Useless, complete boring, more plastic than Briana Banks's tits, stupid, sometimes it wants to be close to black metal or another time close to dark pussy-whipped nothingness, full of cries. It is commercial - with the worst meaning of this word - shit. Even worst than CRADLE OF FILTH and the grand finale (12th song) is an industrial, dancing clubbing that more awful it cannot be. It's a dramatic experience hearing something that wants to have a dark character and on the other wants to be so easy listening that a housewife can enjoy it from her radio as she wash her dishes. Songs like the 9th or the 10th (with female vocals) are like jokes. Silly jokes. I think I started good with this review.
Alexander Kaschte is the main man behind this band; he has a German origin but now I think he lives in Austria. As you can see they have chosen to express through the German language, so I cannot understand a fucking thing.
You read till now, eh? I must reward you. I don't know if you have ever read any Franz Kafka book or story, but you have to check Metamorphosis, where the main character Gregor Samsa wakes up one day and he has become a giant cockroach! What follows after is something you have to read, I'll not reveal it.
So, another piece of shit in the record shops, but I'll put them 1.5/5 'cause I'm lunatic with Kafka. Read him.