I'm quite sure! I am the favorite reporter of the administrators. I felt this love once again very clearly:
Like vultures, the reporters from the Ramtatta editorial team circled over the new album of the band “Massendefekt,” hoping that one of them might be the listener. The boss entered the room and first turned to me. His voice thundered like a clap of thunder: “Since I particularly like you, you do a GREAT job, write incredibly FUNNY and COMPETENT reviews, and are NOT AT ALL DRUNK during your working hours, I have decided not to give you the record from Massendefekt, but to delight you with “Violet – Reincarnation Of Fish.” Have fun with it!” Cheerfully and with a skilled throw, the boss of the editorial team tossed the email address at me through which I was supposed to get the aforementioned material. Why couldn’t I just overlook the malicious grin on his face?...
From the introduction, one can already guess that “Reincarnation Of Fish” belongs less to the category of “I think this is great!” My media player shows “Blues” as the genre. I’m not very familiar with blues, but THIS doesn’t sound like it at all. Instead, I constantly think of “Mando Diao” and “Nirvana.” Only, this is an even greater mishmash than those two bands already are.
The instruments sound strange. Sometimes they are far too quiet or have that typical “clean” sound that I only hear from MTV or VIVA chart-toppers. Rarely do I hear a distorted (or even slightly aggressive) guitar, which, however, doesn’t really blow me away due to the lack of pressure. If one wanted to utilize the power behind this instrument, the explosive force wouldn’t even be enough to make old men’s hats fly off. The bass and drums have almost no significance and are therefore only to be understood as functional. Because I couldn’t derive anything more than barely noteworthy doodling from the album. The entire musical backdrop is somehow quite lame and boring, already missing the first chance to win me over as a listener. This means that after just a few seconds, I’ve had enough and would prefer to hit the “Stop” button... or just click on the “Close” icon.
But the “best” part is yet to come: The vocals. Sadly, this turns out to be a bad joke. Tired of all life and joy, embracing all boredom and dreariness, the singer actually dares to additionally accompany the instruments with his lyrical outpourings. Murmuring, he makes his way with his words directly past my heart and ears and fails to convince me at any moment. Special “attention” should be given to the songs “Dressed In Suit” and “If It Weren’t,” which have more to do with “mumbling and playing everything against one’s own will” than with “We enjoy our music.” When it’s supposed to sound “harder,” it seems that no successful effect wants to set in either. The (apparently) intended rockstar bonus simply doesn’t come across authentically and conveys to me as a listener that the singer is more concerned with expressing his “inauthentic singing” than conveying the actual message of the songs. Unfortunately, it sounds very forced and strained.
I must positively note that the 10 songs are over quickly. This leads to the “liberation” effect setting in very fast, and one is glad to have made it through. It doesn’t suit my taste at all, and all in all, the entire album feels unfinished and not really “genuine.” I would even advise fans against it, as the CD knows how to disappoint in many ways of art. There’s surely something much better to be heard somewhere. Otherwise, this work is only recommended for masochists or people with a pronounced sense of malice (i.e., administrators) towards others.
Conclusion: I simply think nothing of the band and their album. Except for distance.
