Description
If there's one certainty KADAVAR have internalized for eternity, it's that success will run like sand through your fingers when you chicken out after suffering a setback. It was in 2013 in the heart of the USA of all places - where the desert sun preserves deeply-furrowed faces and rusty cars in a picture of Wild West-ish glory - that an infernal series of events kicked off which would make even Berlin's internationally most acclaimed rock band of today falter.
It's the deeply imprinted, unforgettable memories and impressions of continuous touring one can feel on 'Berlin' in every line and every strum. Though recorded live in the studio on the band's own analog gear again, it's distinctly audible that this time round the record turned out even deeper as far as songwriting and arrangements are concerned - and that Lindemann, Bartelt and Bouteloup have spent more time on the recordings than ever before.
In 2015, KADAVAR's songs have evolved to become the ultimate reanimation of the seething primordial soup rock music has once emerged from.
It's the deeply imprinted, unforgettable memories and impressions of continuous touring one can feel on 'Berlin' in every line and every strum. Though recorded live in the studio on the band's own analog gear again, it's distinctly audible that this time round the record turned out even deeper as far as songwriting and arrangements are concerned - and that Lindemann, Bartelt and Bouteloup have spent more time on the recordings than ever before.
In 2015, KADAVAR's songs have evolved to become the ultimate reanimation of the seething primordial soup rock music has once emerged from.
