It really is a cross to bear when you sit right at the source of good music. I actually wanted to pass this offer on to our writing-hungry reporters. But then I dug out the old Insane records, or rather their digital versions, which were once available for free download (unfortunately, they seem to no longer be available), from the depths of my hard drive. A grave mistake, because it had already happened, I simply couldn't pass on the Doppelfickerspiegelpanzer. Even at the risk of having to squeeze a few lines out of my fingers after the listening pleasure.
The album I have here in download version is actually already two years old. It's a shame that I hadn't been interested in the complete discography of the Munich band much earlier. Because the proximity to the mainstream rockers Rammstein, which is often quoted in the press text, is fortunately not given in any way. I have no idea who came up with this nonsensical comparison. Much more fitting are the old Knorkator, if one must absolutely make a comparison. From both the lyrics and the music, one might think these are the reunited Knorkators, if they had indeed developed positively after the break.
Seventy minutes in fourteen tracks is what the Doppelfickerspiegelpanzer offers. Although one could have gladly done without both the intro and the inevitable ballad at the end. One might argue that the album still offers enough usable sounds, but such forcedly funny nonsense may at most bring a slight smile to your face on the first listen. If you want to listen to the album a second time, it's better to get an ice scraper and neatly scrape the clattering off the CD.
Otherwise, there are few failures. After a spectacular start with the title track, the songs flatten out a bit towards the middle. But a little breather is allowed until "Ich hasse alles" wipes away everything that had somehow held up against the hurricane from the speakers. Musically, this is not for the faction that dismembers their soft serve with knife and fork. The furious vocals fit like a Fielmann glasses on a black eye, and the twisted lyrics are definitely worth singing along to as a long-time choir boy with the lyric booklet in hand – if one had one available.
I am now looking to see which records from Insane's body of work have remained hidden from me so far and, despite all the enthusiasm, I can only give 8 out of 10 points due to a few minor lapses. The ideal album to promptly chase away the annoying pests at the next birthday party of the little sister with the anthem "Ich bin ungemein gemein".
