Rammstein’s most recent album released in 2022. One I’ve taken quite a liking to. It was heavily featured at the two most recent shows we’ve seen in Berlin and Munich, songs from it bookending the show. 

Opener “Armee Der Tristen” is a brooding, mid paced call to arms for the sad and rejected. It’s a lesson in the sort of German wordplay that Rammstein excel in where the more normal German phrase “im Trit marschieren” (march in step) becomes “im Trist marschieren” (march in sadness) by the addition of just one letter. Another of their more famous songs “Du Hast” loses an s from the phrase “du hasst” which sounds the same when spoken (or sung) but the song title means “you have” whereas “du hasst” translates as “you hate”. Be careful.

At the close of side 2 (and their recent shows) is “Adieu” a stately, measured closer for the album. Easy right, it means goodbye and it’s the last track. But Rammstein are never that linear. The lyric “Jeder stirbt für sich allein” translates as “everyone (man) dies alone”. It is also happens to be the title of a 1947 novel (based on a true story) by Hans Fallada about a husband and wife who join the anti-Nazi resistance during World War II, another knock back at those accusations of right wing sympathies.

In between we get the usual silly Rammstein songs (I told you there was a sense of humour at work here) in “Dicke Titten” (it means big boobs !) and “Zick Zack” (it kinda translates as snip-snip) which is a grotesque celebration of cosmetic surgery; title track “Zeit” (Time) is a slow and gentle, almost operatic song about wasting time, straining to make the most of your time, with the chorus “Zeit, Bitte bleib stehen, bleib stehen, Zeit, das soll immer so weitergehen” or, for you non German speakers “Time, please stop, stop, Time, it should always go on like this”. You can’t stop it so don’t waste it.

The final track I’ll mention here is the song “Angst” (Fear) which bought home to me how easily some of Rammstein’s wordplay and literal translations of languages we don’t really know can get everyone in a twist. “Angst” is a classic bit of brutal Tanz Metal and when Till Lindemann gets to the chorus he operatically delivers the line “Alle haben Angst vorm schwarzen Mann”. Someone in the shop while I was playing it once commented “did he just sing “he’s afraid of black men” ? It’s a bit racist isn’t it ?”. And yes if you translate the German lyric literally to English it is “Everyone is afraid of thе Black Man” BUT, in Germany there is an old children’s game known as “wer hat Angst vorm schwarzen Mann” (Who is afraid of the black man, it plays on folklore and plague history) where the “schwarzen Mann” in question is a mythical figure used to scare children (“Kinderschreck” or child frightener) represented as a man in black clothes or a shadow creature, what we know as the Bogey Man. There’s also a track titled “Schwarz” (Black) on the album, yes they do it on purpose but beware the dangers of a little knowledge huh ?

I think “Zeit” is Rammstein’s most consistent album since “Mutter”, I guess that’s confirmed by the fact they are the only two I own. They’re not an easy listen but for me it’s been an education listening to them.

Armee Der Tristen - https://youtu.be/t-NUBR2kufw?si=6Yfa2ckQqEzmlnaK

In 2002 we were living in the first house we’d bought, on the former biggest council housing estate in Europe. It was a reasonably quiet road where all the neighbourhood kids were safe playing out in the street. Our son James was 14 and hanging about with all the other kids in the street. My problem with all this was that all those kids had universally shite taste in music so James was getting exposed to all sorts of chart rubbish that no one will ever remember (Madison Avenue anyone ?). I wasn’t having this so, for Xmas that year, we bought him “Kerrang!⁴ The Album”, a compilation by Kerrang Radio of the biggest metal and “Punk” hits of the year, in the hope something would catch his ear. And oh boy did something catch his ear…”Ich Will” by Rammstein. 

James was learning German at school by this time and enjoying it so I guess finding this German band singing in German was just right for him. I’d also said to him, after dragging him to all sorts of gigs he sometimes didn’t want to be at (remember Buzzcocks Jim ?), that when he found a band and a gig he really wanted to go to then we’d go. Turned out that band was Rammstein, in Frankfurt in December 2004 (I did say anywhere).

And this is how I learned to love Rammstein. This music is so far removed from anything else in my world sometimes even I can’t figure how I like it. Great days bopping around Europe with my son is the main reason, but there’s something about the enormous sound this band make allied to me standing in huge venues in Frankfurt and Paris and Berlin and Munich barely understanding a word while this incredible show goes on around me.

“Mutter” (it means Mother) was Rammstein’s 3rd album and, I’m sure many might agree, it’s probably their best. A live Rammstein show without 5 of the 6 songs on side 1 (or on my 2 LP copy, sides 1 and 2) just wouldn’t feel right. “Mein Herz Brennt” (My Heart Burns) starts thing off relatively sedately until it explodes into a pummelling riff. The guitars you then hear during the verses are acoustic (weren’t expecting that were ya !) until that riff heaves in to the lyrics

“Nun liebe Kinder gebt fein Acht, Ich bin die Stimme aus dem Kissen”

Loosely “now pay attention children I am the voice from your pillow (or your dreams)”. Throw in some staccato, orchestral strings and it’s a dramatic start.

Next is “Links 2 3 4” (Left 2 3 4). It is based around a German Army marching cadence and is the bands response to accusations that they held right wing sympathies after making a video for their cover of Depeche Mode’s “Stripped” that included footage from the film “Olympia”, Leni Riefenstahl’s Nazi propaganda film based around the 1936 Olympic games. Rammstein flatly deny any right-wing sympathies, describing any such accusations in interviews as nonsense and in the chorus of “Links…” Till Lindemann sings

“Sie woll mein Herz am rechten Fleck doch, Seh ichdann nach unten weg, Da schlägt es links…links zwo drei vier…”

Or in English “They want my heart on the right, But when I look down, It beats left…left 2,3,4”.

“Sonne” (Sun, it’s that simple) in a live setting is their big production number. You are generally treated to more pyro’s during this one song than most would manage in a whole show but for Rammstein this is just one of many during a gig (this video from the Munich show we attended last year will give you an idea https://youtu.be/cS_1rf3K0BI?si=IGd11Yh3dRzVcfo6). It was originally written as walk in music for the boxer Vitali Klitschko but he thought it was too “heavy”. The video is worth a look, based on the Brothers Grimm fairytale of Snow White And The Seven Dwarves (https://youtu.be/StZcUAPRRac?si=thCCCpSghXpcBLWc).

“Ich Will” is a song asking Rammstein’s audience to believe and trust them (more pushback against the right wing sympathies accusations perhaps ?). Til sings “Wir wollen dass ihr uns vertraut, Wir wollen dass ihr uns alles glaubt” (We want you to trust us, We want you to believe everything from us) and by the end almost pleading “Könnt ihr uns hören? Könnt ihr uns sehen?” (Can you hear us? Can you see us?)

“Feuer Frei!” hangs off another German military phrase, the title being the German equivalent of the English “fire at will” or “open fire”. This will have been a lot of people’s first sighting of Rammstein after they were seen performing it in the opening scenes of the (frankly bloody awful) 2002 movie “xXx” starring Vin Diesel.

Title track “Mutter” is a strange one. Firstly in Rammstein world this qualifies as a (power) ballad. Till Lindemann and guitarist Richard Kruspe have both said it’s about their fractured relationships with their own “mutters”, “Keine Sonne die mir scheint, keine Brust hat Milch geweint” (No sun shines for me, There was no breast that cried milk).

I’ve heard 5 out of six (sometimes all six) of those songs at every Rammstein gig I’ve been to. This isn’t music for the faint hearted. It’s a skillful , brutal amalgamation of Industrial Metal, Punk and electronic dance music. They had to invent a new genre for it, in Germany they call it “Tanz Metal” or dance metal. It’s loud, obnoxious, purposefully challenging and confrontational and (I think) has a superb sense of humour backing it all up, it always makes me smile anyway.

Mein Herz Brennt - https://youtu.be/WXv31OmnKqQ

As we touched on Gene Clark and The Byrds while listening to Monica Queen yesterday it felt right to sneak this alphabetically outta sync entry in here...

The Byrds 3rd album released in 1966 sees them still firmly in Folk Rock mode but branching out in places. It was recorded between January and May and significantly, somewhere around February or March, the bands main songwriter, Gene Clark, left the band. Roger McGuinn and David Crosby uppped their songwriting efforts but the album still featured a handful of cover versions and an instrumental of varying quality. It is The Byrds first album not to contain any songs by Bob Dylan.

McGuinn offers up a belter to start us off. Track 1, side 1, “5D (Fifth Dimension)”, is a perfect slice of Dylanesque folk rock. McGuinn has described the the song as being about spirituality and Einstein’s Theory of Relativity “'5D' was an ethereal trip into metaphysics, into an almost Moslem submission to an Allah, an almighty spirit, free-floating, the fifth dimension being the 'mesh' which Einstein theorised about”. It’s arguable that young Roger may have been exposed to the California Sunshine in more ways than one. The song is still an absolute peach.

Undeniably the best thing on this record is, however, touched by the hand of Gene Clark. “Eight Miles High”, co-written with McGuinn and Crosby, tells of The Byrds first trip to tour England, somewhere they felt an affinity with due to its folk music and them all being huge Beatles fans. The lyrics tell of arriving (“Eight miles high and when you touch down, You’ll find that it’s stranger than known”. Airliners usually fly at around 6-7 miles altitude but Eight scanned better and also alluded to the Fabs  “Eight Days A Week”) and also a visit to Liverpool (“Rain grey town, known for its sound”). All this while McGuinn lays down a classic Byrds-ian Rickenbacker 12 string riff, every bit as wonderful as that on “Mr Tambourine Man” just not as up front (listen closely as they sing “and when you touch down”, utterly thrilling), while in the instrumental breaks he attempts to rend from that Rickenbacker a sound akin to Ravi Shankar doing John Coltrane ! It really is a stone cold classic, in many places cited as the first example of Psychedelic Rock.

The new songwriters do good things with McGuinn’s “Mr Spaceman”, which sounds vaguely Country foreshadowing a future route for the band, and Crosby’s “What's Happening? ! ? !”. Then there is “Captain Soul”…a groovy R’n’B instrumental that I defy anyone who doesn’t already know it to identify it as being by The Byrds, it sounds nothing like them. It’s one I like to play in DJ sets when I get the chance.

There are arrangements of two “traditional” Folk songs included. I encase “traditional” in quotes as, although “Wild Mountain Tyme” is based on Scottish melodies and poetry that go back to the 18th century, the song itself was put together by Belfast musician Francis McPeake and first recorded by him in 1950. It’s a song I really like (particularly a version by The Silencers) and have been known to have a go at it at Open Mic nights in the past. 

The other trad tune and one of my other great Byrds favourites is “John Riley” which comes with another writing credits mystery. This records label credit the song to B. Gibson and R. Neff whereas Wikipedia (quite rightly I think) credits it as a traditional arrangement by The Byrds. I have no idea who R. Neff is but B. Gibson is Bob Gibson, an American folk singer active around the 1950’s who recorded a version of “John Riley” on his album “Live At Cornell” in 1957. But “John Riley” is a famed English folk song dating back as far as the 17th century and loosely based on Homers “Odyssey” and the idea of the disguised lover returning. Anyways, The Byrds do a superb job on it.

There are some stinkers. “I Come And Stand At Every Door” is based on a poem by Turkish writer Nâzım Hikmet, a plea for peace from a 7 year old girl 10 years after she died at Hiroshima. An admirable sentiment but it’s a bit of a dirge. There’s a rotten version of “Hey Joe” taken at the breakneck speed most bands did around ‘66 before Tim Rose recorded his arrangement, slowing it down, and a certain Mr Hendrix made it famous. Finally “2-4-2 Fox Trot (The Lear Jet Song)” is mercifully short and is the best argument I can think of why this should have been a 10 rather than an 11 track album.

The loss of a songwriter of the stature of Gene Clark must have hit hard and because of that “5th Dimension” does sound a little disjointed and confused. But it’s The Byrds, they make a glorious noise and I forgive them.

John Riley - https://youtu.be/mVTHTdTAHb4?si=6YbBhRRVBi3rxx0u