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Positive EBM-Metal Leather beautifully intense, with threaded synth-pop candies brutally sweet
This stuff is being sold for just under 40 bucks and has as much to do with cocaine and heroin as it is currently a dull, yet commercially lucrative provocation (wow, publicly sold cocaine, naughty pubs, you). Mr. Lindemann and his associates are making a fortune this year off fan merchandising, which must always come with a provocation.
So, RINNSTEIN, uh sorry, RAMMSTEIN is a prime example of how even METAL exploits all areas of people's lives to get some nonsense onto the shelves of fans as long as the fire of fan favor burns. And that fire is currently burning quite high thanks to the US support, as the Rammelsteiners were still nothing in their own country. The Americans are into martial Nazi tunes wrapped in industrial metal. A fusion of EBM sadomasochism and beautifully intense metal leather, with threaded synth-pop candies brutally sweet.
Thus, the synthetically brutally sweet COKAIN can rather find its way into the teenage rooms of rude manga suicide squat girls, and Grandpa Lindemann isn’t even worth a blink. So what, that's business, made in East Germany! How cool is this!?
Not at all. Sweet floral commonplace slush that you can find a hundred times as copies of some trendy originals at Kik or Woolworth for €3.99. No matter, for Rammstein it’s a huge side business.
I used to like them, at least still the first two albums, but unfortunately the Rammstein entourage has smelled the money and is now raking it in heavily.
In times when it’s trendy among teens and twenty-somethings to be pornographic, to photograph their genitals and expose them to the public, to drill, screw, and burn everything possible into their bodies (what body contempt, staged as the highest body art cult) and/or to be fully tattooed from head to toe at just 16 years old, there’s no need for Rammstein cocaine anymore, not even as a white (!) paving stone with the band logo.
Completely unnecessary merchandise gimmick for SICKNESS ups, did it again, RAMMSTEIN fans.
So, RINNSTEIN, uh sorry, RAMMSTEIN is a prime example of how even METAL exploits all areas of people's lives to get some nonsense onto the shelves of fans as long as the fire of fan favor burns. And that fire is currently burning quite high thanks to the US support, as the Rammelsteiners were still nothing in their own country. The Americans are into martial Nazi tunes wrapped in industrial metal. A fusion of EBM sadomasochism and beautifully intense metal leather, with threaded synth-pop candies brutally sweet.
Thus, the synthetically brutally sweet COKAIN can rather find its way into the teenage rooms of rude manga suicide squat girls, and Grandpa Lindemann isn’t even worth a blink. So what, that's business, made in East Germany! How cool is this!?
Not at all. Sweet floral commonplace slush that you can find a hundred times as copies of some trendy originals at Kik or Woolworth for €3.99. No matter, for Rammstein it’s a huge side business.
I used to like them, at least still the first two albums, but unfortunately the Rammstein entourage has smelled the money and is now raking it in heavily.
In times when it’s trendy among teens and twenty-somethings to be pornographic, to photograph their genitals and expose them to the public, to drill, screw, and burn everything possible into their bodies (what body contempt, staged as the highest body art cult) and/or to be fully tattooed from head to toe at just 16 years old, there’s no need for Rammstein cocaine anymore, not even as a white (!) paving stone with the band logo.
Completely unnecessary merchandise gimmick for SICKNESS ups, did it again, RAMMSTEIN fans.
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But now I'm tearing it apart - Riicoolaaa
100% agreement - even though I’ll never get to know this so-called perfume.