Summer, Sun, Cactus! - well, if that isn't a promising title for an album. It almost sounds like punk rock and would fit well with the LOKALMATADOREN or something. But this is HELGE SCHNEIDER, and after having listened to some of his old songs like "Wurstfachverkäuferin" or "Ich habe mich vertan" while drunk, I grabbed the record right away. It kicks off with the title track "Summer, Sun, Cactus!" as the opener. I think this song will definitely be played at the next barbecue, then I'll enjoy my canned beer because I "never go to work, prefer holiday"! "Summer, Sun, Cactus - oh how nice it is - Summer, Sun, Cactus - I never want to go to work again!" If that’s not punk rock, then I don’t know what is! Or is it EISENPIMMEL? "Summer, Sun, Cactus - but unfortunately here in Duisburg I have to go to the indoor pool". The Kakkkkakaktus has no hang-ups on this record, but I still hit the repeat button after the song ends! Next up is "Nachtigall huh", another canned beer opened and I keep hearing a word that sounds like "Opa gangnam-style". Then there's a nice flute intro to the song "Open Shirt" and I notice I'm getting drunker as Helge sings: "Open shirt ... and the wind brushes my pimples". Mr. Schneider also covers jazz classics like the song "Mr. Bojangles" or "Somewhere over the rainbow", the latter almost knocked me off my chair in my rising state of inebriation, such a quirky cover it is. The typical Helge style always includes spontaneous interjections between songs that nearly have me in stitches from laughing. Dibidabi Abudabi, I say, otherwise I won't get anything else out here, except maybe a bit of "Scrubble die Bubble". Now that's a brilliant song, I wish I could write such simple lyrics too, but I'm always too drunk for that. But even serious jazz listeners will enjoy the record; I would certainly love to play guitar like that. Helge played all the instruments himself and recorded it as well. In October, there’s supposed to be a movie called "00 Schneider - In the Turning Circle of the Lizard", and the album is a taste of that. My conclusion: In a sober state, Mr. Schneider is always too experimental for me, so it's already fizzing here again, but what he has musically, most disco ass faces on MTV and Viva can pack it up, they don't even know how to spell talent. So I'm going to enjoy the "Drinking Blues" now and then it's off to bed! Pure trash - at a musically high level, as one is used to from Helge Schneider.
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