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Because sympathy alone is not enough, what do we have here? Pop rock from Bremen that hardly raises any suspicion of seriousness. This is mostly funny, satirical, sometimes silly. Writing comedy is at least as difficult as writing something thoroughly serious – in that sense, the hit rate here is high. Yes, sometimes clichés are strained, sometimes cheap rhymes are recycled. But there’s no forced humor at all costs. Behind all the simplicity, there’s a genius hiding in some places that reminds me of the chaotic absurdity of Knochenfabrik. It even creates a shift from fun to depth and back to lightness and joy of life before you even notice it. Impressive.
The vocals and lyrics play a central role, but upon closer inspection, they serve the song just like the instruments do. This is not a singer-songwriter who uses guitars merely as an alibi for his poems. No song is like the other; every move is spot on. Everyone knows what to do and when to do it to complete the overall picture, and this brings immense joy.
The master is not mass-appeal material. His humor is too specific, the strengths too hidden beneath a pleasing surface. The package is not flashy enough to immediately grab the listener. That’s okay. For me, it’s definitely a bright spot in the often unimaginative German-speaking music scene with its convoluted discourse punks, songwriters with worn-out tricks, and stupid German rockers. Grillmaster Flash and his crew alone knock all competitors out of the ring with the crazy song "Irrtum vom Weihnachtsmann." Not only hits, but also individual fillers can be found among the tracks, which is why there’s still a bit of room before reaching the full score. I can only hope that the next album comes to master this challenge as well.
