#rammstein article

[notafraidofredyellowandblue]

Article on Rammstein/Flake - Berliner Zeitung 2023-03-18

author:Martin Schuler

attempt at translation

A spoonful of sugar in the goulash: Rammstein and Flake's special role in the band

Why are Rammstein the most misunderstood band in the country? What does their music actually want and what is the special part keyboardist Flake plays?

There is no band in this country over which German article-writers have broken their pen with such force as Rammstein. Shortly after the band was founded in 1994, journalists shot poisoned darts at the targets they had identified. Since then, their chain of arguments has been as follows: the sextet not only uses National Socialist stylistics, but also stands accordingly in the intellectual tradition of fascism.

Aesthetic parallels were found in abundance: On the one hand, there was the mechanical opulence of the stage design. Secondly, there is the pathos that shakes marrow and bones that accompanies it. Other points in the indictment list authoritative poses, hypermasculine behavior and singer Till Lindemann's frenetically rolled "R". His band colleague and keyboardist Christian "Flake" Lorenz once told the music magazine Rolling Stone that the people in the GDR had taken the mentality with them to the unified Germany to take bad criticism from the press as recognition: "As long as media like 'Stern' or 'Spiegel ' hate us, the world is okay."

Rammstein never really understood the discourses about supposedly right-wing tendencies. The basic attitude of the band was that they grew up as punks and goths; on the other hand, with Nazis there were fights in their youth. In fact, Rammstein made decisions in the past that were grist to the mill of their primarily West German opponents. For example, a music video for the cover song "Stripped" released in 1998 contained material by Leni Riefenstahl - the director who once staged Hitler's ideology with her propaganda films. Rammstein admitted their mistake.

Pleasure in provocation: Rammstein and right-wing extremism

They wanted to put an end to the media accusations shortly after the turn of the millennium. On the piece "Links 2 3 4" published in 2001 it says frankly: "You want my heart in the right place / But then I look down / It beats to the left / Left, two, three, four". The refrain missed the desired signal effect. To this day, a wide variety of newspapers print comments on their culture pages that declare Rammstein to be 'undesirable formation'. It must not be forgotten that those mechanisms have always been helpful to the band's outrageous success.

The Rammstein musicians enjoy the provocation, and anyone who sows an affront will reap indignation. It's all part of the game, Rammstein are aware of that. But there is an essential difference, whether the writing guild calls the group a fright of the citizens or declares it to be a right-wing extremist. Anyone who postulates the latter should be really sure and otherwise remain quiet. The roots of Rammstein's theatrical style and larger-than-life staging can be traced back to the 1930s. That is indisputable. What many journalists all too often overlook, on the other hand, is the deliberately caricaturing portrayal of brute nationalism. Perhaps because people in Germany can't stand the satirization of their own dark history, they overlook the deliberate exaggeration stumbles over false floors and misjudges breaks in the martial performance. At this point it should be mentioned that in other parts of the world people have far fewer problems recognizing Rammstein's staged acts as such.

Counterpoint within Rammstein: the keyboard player Flake

Rammstein keyboardist Flake Lorenz also embodies a counterweight to the rock-solid male figures. His slim stature and glasses give him a certain fragility, they ironically contrast the rest of the band. In his role as an oddball, it's up to him to relax the robot-like choreography with bizarre interludes. The keyboarder has been rowing a rubber boat over the audience since the late 1990s. Also, as a comic character on the show, he has already stewed in a saucepan and been doused with molten metal in a bathtub.

Long before all this circus, there was Feeling B. In 1994, Rammstein emerged from that East Berlin fun punk group, only Flake Lorenz took his time with his "conversion" to Rammstein. The riffs were too blunt for him, the aura was too severe. According to Rammstein guitarist Paul Landers, it took a lot of convincing, but the young band didn't get tired of getting on their knees. They needed a person who countered them: "If Rammstein is goulash, then you have to put a spoonful of sugar in it so that the goulash tastes good," said Landers at the end of the nineties.

Diabolical but democratic: the East Berlin band Rammstein

To stay with the image: the metaphorical sugar as a counterpart to the acidity of the tomato did not fail to have an effect, the recipe tasted good on all continents. Only a few years after their founding, Rammstein were about to bring the 'Neue Deutsche Härte' genre they had cultivated into the world. The basic musical plan: Fast, American and distorted heavy metal guitars, the drums thrash a Teutonic four-four time. Flake Lorenz's playing on the keyboard loosens up the seemingly diabolical and, in itself, simple sound construction. In the production, he is also responsible for the samples, the choirs and strings, thus transporting Rammstein into the world of pop - just think of "Engel", one of their most prominent songs.

Incidentally, Rammstein make each of their decisions after a democratic majority vote, all votes carry the same weight. Even Lindemann's lyrics are up for debate within the band before each album. Drummer Christoph Schneider once described his band as a creature that can only grow up when all six members are together. The musicians are divided, especially with regard to the question of how much circus a rock band can actually take. For Lindemann, sparkles and flames are an essential part, others sometimes see the music pushed too far into the background.

Calculated taboo breaking: Rammstein and the evil topics

Throughout their career, Rammstein has broken countless social taboos: BDSM, incest, abuse, drug use, pyromania, necrophilia, cannibalism, voyeurism and sex tourism. They have negotiated all these topics on their eight studio albums in almost three decades. The fact that Lindemann mostly writes in the first person gives his stories a frontal immediacy. Of course that polarizes and it's obviously too much for some people. In March 2019, Rammstein released the single "Deutschland". According to old practice, they shocked in advance with a thirty-second snippet.

It shows the band members disguised as concentration camp inmates being led to the gallows - the spiral of outrage continued as usual. Finally, the nine-minute monument from a music video appeared, and with it the treatise on the atrocities of German history. Rammstein didn't heroize, they bluntly flaunted this country's DNA. The lines cannot – they must – be read as an unmistakable positioning: “Germany! Your love is a curse and a blessing! Germany! I can't give you my love.” Here lies the heart of the matter: Rammstein have always revealed the destructive power inherent in our German nature. Let's learn to keep the demons at bay!

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metal hammer, august 2010 (#207)

[rammingthestein]

"All the way from Berlin, Zora Zeman, Lilli Landers and her dad Paul looking around."

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[morgana-lefay]

Who Plays with fire... ...sets audiences on fire. Or at least that's what Rammstein managed to do on their first time playing in Portugal. Complementing their industrial-metal sonority with a true orgy of fire and light, the German sextet surprised the audience, which sold out Paradise Garage.

An hour before Rammstein's concert, the Portuguese band Bizarra Locomotiva took the stage. The trio, that, nowadays, counts with Miguel Fonseca in guitars, played many songs from their already released albums, such as «Growth Pains», «Fear Now», «Druídas» and some new songs to be included in the new album «Bestiário». «Gatos do Asfalto», «Cavalo Alado» and two others showed that Bizarra Locomotiva are as much or heavier than before and that the new album will include really demolishing music. Live, the band remains as it always was, a very well oiled machine, that stands their own. It was fifteen minutes past midnight when Rammstein took the stage, to the sound of the music that names the band. When singer Till came on stage, surrounded by flames, it became clear that Rammstein were going to use all the pyrotechnic component of their show, despite the small dimensions of the Lisbon venue. Since it's the pyrotechnics that gives an unusual touch to the German group's performances, the concert was a true parade of scenic effects that complemented songs like «Tier», «Bestrafe Mich», «Weisses Fleisch», «Asche zu Asche», «Du Hast», «Sehnsucht», «Engel» and «Du Riechst so Gut», among many others, that served as soundtrack to the visual spectacle that was surprising the viewers. With outfits reminiscent of a post-apocalyptic environment, the six band members were perfectly recreating the metallic, industrial, techno and electronic sonority that composes their music. Very competent and cohesive, with an excellent sound, Rammstein proved that a good visual spectacle doesn't have to overshadow the musical performance of the band. In this case, it complemented it and left the audience open-mouthed. From loud explosions, to arrows that crossed the room, fire arches, drumsticks and tripods on fire and even a simulated sodomy between the vocalist and the keyboardist, the band went through a list of aberrant attitudes that fueled the excitement of the concert, which, despite the short duration (only sixty minutes long), was one of the most intense productions that the Portuguese audience has been able to watch in recent times.

There's no mention to the source and date of the article, but I would say it's probably from Blitz.

[marimayscarlett]

New allegations of abuse, this time against Flake. These articles spread like wildfire throughout german media this morning (17.07.23). Haven't found an article in English yet, so you might want to use the translation feature.

I'm just... I don't know anymore.

[forensic420]

MW2 Task Force 141+König Hyperrealistic HC’s ✰

Ghost

-Not as reserved as you think he’d be, he’s actually very talkative. Him and Soap’s comm dialogue is more then enough evidence to show that he enjoys a good conversation and even jokes.

-Does that soldier sleep position often x . He’s a light sleeper, always ready to defend. When comfortable you can find him mumbling in his sleep, usually soft “yes”’s and “no”’s.

-Doesn’t fully understand American culture, he’s very confused by common American delicacies. “Y/N, what the fuck is a bucee’s?” He’d ask with a stressed look.

-Avid user of the word “cunt”. Top three favorite words. Also loves saying, “cheers ya slag”, he thinks and waits for scenarios so he can use it.

Gaz

-Very passionate about the military and his career. Gaz as a child would attend parades only to see the soldiers and wait at the end of the parade to meet them, his room was also filled with military toys and articles.

-His main song he listens to is Red Nation by The Game and Lil Wayne, it’s one of the few songs he downloaded on a portable music player.

-Is always around Price no matter where. You can always find him in Price’s office just chatting away and discussing documents. The two are bonded and Gaz is grateful to have an “older” and experienced father figure.

-Enjoys quiet days at the base. He likes just being able to hang out and be around his friends and team, he’d go to great lengths for his fellow soldiers.

Soap

-Soap’s accent can be super thick at times, causing the team to not understand him at times. He doesn’t attempt to correct himself most times, just continuing to ramble and goes on with the conversation.

-Is terrified of Ronald Mcdonald. “He be too happy, y’know?” He’d claim and frown. BIG fan of Grimace and the Hamburgler though, often always commenting on his love for them when the team mentions fast food.

-Secret artist. Soap’s mystery talent is he’s very gifted in drawing, he keeps his sketch pads under his mattress. He’d never show anyone but he is engrossed in sketching the team. There’s pages full of Ghost, Price, and Gaz just doing common things like sitting in a meeting or having a conversation with another team member.

-Absolutely hates doing dishes. Whenever he’s on dish duty he always complains. “A'd ower die.” He’d say and convince Gaz to do it, with the agreement of him doing Gaz’s chores for a week.

Price

-Is always rambling to Gaz or Soap about old movies he loves and makes them watch it with him. It became a weekly occurrence to find Price with the team watching some old western or military film.

-Enjoys watching documentaries about ancient civilizations, his favorite is Mesopotamia and the Shang dynasty.

-Price is always making sure his team is feeling good, often spending an equal amount of alone time with each member to talk and company them. “How’re you feeling, son?” He’d ask with a gentle but firm hand on their shoulder.

-When Soap is rambling and his accent is completely drowning a coherent sentence Price just nods and hums to him. He never comments on it, even if he doesn’t fully understand what was said.

König

-Huge fan of Rammstein. His teenage room was covered in posters of them and other bands like Helloween. Even as a full grown man he is not afraid to admit his love for Till Lindemann.

-A firm believer of Krampus and is very passionate about the subject. “Mein Gott! Don’t you know Knecht Ruprecht will get you if you’re naughty?” He’d tease to his soldiers, always backing it up by saying he knew a kid who got whipped by him.

-Has catatonic tendencies, will frequently withdrawal and get irritable. He’ll stay in his room going rigid and stays stupor. At times no Kortac member will see him, always wandering around base to try to find him. Once he snaps out of it he’ll often not remember it. “Was meinst du?” He’d ask and furrow his eyebrows, talking about a past day mission as if it were yesterday.

-As a child he was always absorbed and immersed in his mother’s snow globe collection. Gripping onto the mantle he’d watch the faux snow twirl around in the liquid. Was always afraid that somehow the globes would miraculously all fall off the mantle and shatter onto the ground.

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The Prince and The Fox (7)

[ modern! • Aemond x friend! • female ]

[ warnings: kissing, fluff, swearing ]

[ description: After the events of her childhood, despite her best efforts, her neighbor and the younger brother of her friend Helaena, Aemond, does not want to know her. This state lasts until a house party organized by his older brother, Aegon, during which an incident occurs that will change their relationship forever. Slow burn, angst, toxic ex-Alys, rough Aemond. This is several anon requests combined into one fic. ]

WARNING: The main plot between the characters takes place in high school. Yes, in high school. The belief that teenagers wait with an intimacy when they are in love in high school is ridiculous to me. Aemond and the character here are the same age. Don't ask me how old they are, in my country you are of the age of consent in your first year of high school and an adult in the last year of high school, so if it is more convenient for you, think about it that way and decide for yourself. In this story, I am not following the trail that they are magically friends right away, but how they become friends and what that even means. I'm writing this fic to give the perspective of young, lost people, not adult women who want to see exactly themselves in everything they read. If that's all you expect, this isn't the fic for you.

I don't want whining about this in my comments or asks. I will delete these and block you. You have been warned.

Aemond + Evans Series Moodboard

This is my first story that has its own playlist, but yes! Get in the mood! Story Music Playlist. Song used in this chapter: Rammstein - Du Hast

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Next chapters: Masterlist

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From the day he called her there was a change in him that surprised her. He would come up to her at breaks of his own accord, stand and talk to her, telling her about his day, what he was reading and playing. After what he wrote to her, Alys never spoke to him again and he told her that he felt like a huge stone had fallen off his back.

They often wrote after school, complaining about homework or tests, no longer having the energy to study, tired and discouraged. They usually wrote for hours about nothing, sending each other memes or screenshots of articles they had just read, however, she enjoyed it very much and, most importantly, he enjoyed it too.

They always sat together on the bus listening alternately to his and her playlist. He let her lay her head on his shoulder, himself resting his cheek against her hair.

She knew she was in love with him, had known it for a long time, but she felt that everything was as it should be.

That they were coming closer together in slow, small steps.

He surprised her one day when they were standing at the bus stop. She already knew him enough to feel that he wanted to say something, but as usual he had trouble getting it out. He looked down at his trainers, his hands slipped into the pockets on the front of his black hoodie, his lips tightened.

After a moment, he grunted, not looking at her, she had a feeling his skin was rosier than usual, as if he was hot even though it was cool and unpleasant around them.

"I've been thinking a lot lately." He began, licking his lower lip as if he was carefully analysing the next sentence he wanted to say.

"I…em-well." He paused, as if he had lost the thought. She glanced at him with sympathy seeing how difficult this was for him.

"I figured if you wanted to, I don't know, hold my hand sometimes, or do some other dating shit, I wouldn't mind." He choked out quickly at last, embarrassed, his nostrils moving in an anxious breath, he wasn't looking at her.

She blinked, feeling herself blush, a hot sensation spread throughout her body, a pleasant tickle in her belly. She pressed her lips together, lowering her gaze, embarrassed.

Was he just telling her that he was ready to take things a step further?

That he wanted something more than friendship?

"Okay." She said softly, not knowing what else to add, as stunned by it all as he was, it seemed to her that she had never felt anything like it before in her life.

As usual they sat on the bus together, but this time she had the feeling that he had specially pressed himself tighter against her with his arm, his knee touching hers.

She was hot with emotion so she had to pull her jacket off, and as she returned to her previous position, she placed her hand gently on his.

He looked at her surprised and swallowed loudly, his cheek immediately pressed against her hair as she laid her head on his shoulder, his pleasant scent filling her lungs.

She felt him intertwine their fingers, his Adam's apple waved as he swallowed hard again, his thumb stroking her skin gently in a gesture of such immense tenderness that she felt emotional.

She didn't dare hold his hand as they walked down the shool corridor, she was afraid of malicious comments towards him from others, she knew he only dreamed of sitting in his shadow and never coming out of it.

However, he would sit next to her on the floor during breaks, listening to music with her on his headphones, he made her really like Rammstein, they often listened to her favourite song 'Du Hast'. He would sometimes send her great recordings of their concerts, which she watched with blazing eyes in bed in her bedroom.

What pleased Helaena most about their closeness was that she could spend time with both of them at the same time without fear of conflict.

They often played online games together on the PlayStation, something she hadn't done much before but had become addicted to because of them, also joining in remotely with them via her laptop when she couldn't see them.

She wrote him back quickly without a second thought, knowing that tomorrow was Saturday and she could sit up late with them.

She told her parents where she was going, grabbed a few things to change into thinking that if she stayed up late she would spend the night in Helaena's bed and ran across the street, knocking on their door.

She heard Vhagar's loud, excited barking and then someone's footsteps, Aemond opened it for her and invited her in.

"Hi!" She shouted loudly into the ether looking around for Helaena, she saw him give her a surprised glance, following her into the depths of their living room.

"No…we are alone. Helaena and Aegon have gone off somewhere, my parents are away until Monday." He said looking at her uncertainly, as if he felt he might have inadvertently deceived or confused her in some way.

She blinked, tightening her lips, feeling butterflies in her stomach.

They would be alone.

Like a couple.

"…if you don't want to, then..."

"− no, it's fine. What are we going to play?" She asked pulling her backpack off her back and placing it next to the couch.

They spread out comfortably on the large sofa next to each other with the pads in their hands, browsing through the various online games, unsure of what to play. They usually played as a group of three so they didn't want to continue through the levels Helaena was helping them with.

"How about this?" He asked lowly, opening a preview of a game in which the characters were warriors flying on dragons, fighting in sky battles against other players who were also online. The gameplay was for up to two players.

"Oh, yes, I've always wanted to play this!" She exclaimed excitedly, sliding slightly down in her seat, and he hummed under his breath, starting up the game, waiting for it to load.

They were able to choose their gender, outfits and equipment with great detail and also the appearance of their dragon, so it took them the first hour.

"A bow? Don't you prefer a crossbow?" He asked with some kind of disappointment looking at her choice.

"I want a bow." She burbled undaunted, moving on to her heroine's hair colour and what kind of hairstyle she wanted.

They decided they'd start with training to learn how to control their big sky beasts at all, and it turned out not to be easy to pilot them so that they flew where they wanted, didn't hit each other, and at the same time shoot at their opponent.

"Shit. This is a game for kids aged 12 and up. It shouldn't be that fucking hard." He muttered, clicking the buttons of his pad loudly, as soon as he shot his dragon flew off a bit to the side and the arrow didn't reach his opponent. She sighed loudly at his words.

"We are poor players. I don't know if there is any point in humiliating ourselves by fighting experienced twelve-year-olds who will destroy us after a few seconds." She said amused to watch them both get tired, she heard him chuckle lowly and felt her cheeks blush.

"Yeah. We can check out the exploring cities mode. There are whole maps here. Then the gameplay is about flying to specific points and completing missions." He murmured, quickly clicking something on his pad, switching them from training mode to travel mode.

"Oh, great! I love it!" She said happily, pleased with how nice and detailed the graphics were, their dragons flying side by side and circling over a large, golden city reminiscent of some medieval kingdom.

They played like this for a while, commenting only briefly on what they were doing and the dialogue between the other characters, occasionally getting into fights with someone, but without the control of the dragons it was much easier and they both got caught up in the story. She was surprised and blinked when she suddenly saw him press pause.

She glanced at him questioningly, thinking he had to go to the bathroom or wanted to get himself something to drink, but he just looked at her and slid a little lower on the couch so that their faces were at a similar height.

She could feel the heat in her lower abdomen and her heart beating fast, she felt her cheeks burning, she couldn't hold back a slight embarrassed smile. He hummed under his breath, the corner of his mouth curving upwards involuntarily.

"Wanna kiss?" He asked, and she felt a wave of heat surge through her body, she clenched her thighs together, feeling a pleasant pulsing and tickling between them, she felt like her lungs were filled to the brim.

She nodded her head.

He smiled and reached his hand up to her cheek, his warm, soft, wet lips clinging to hers in a sticky, loud, tender kiss. He pulled away from her for a moment to look at her, and then they embraced and kissed again and again, her hand slipping into his hair, soft and smelling pleasantly of masculine shower gel, she thought with her heart beating hard that he had taken a bath before she came.

She heard him murmur as she felt him reciprocate his kisses, once in a while sucking his lower lip between hers, his hand tightened on the nape of her neck and hugged her tighter, their warm bodies touching.

His hands roamed her cheeks, her hair, her neck and her back and although she felt desire in that touch, it didn't make her uncomfortable, it wasn't intrusive.

She didn't want him to stop.

She felt something begin to happen to her as they both began to breathe loudly, their kisses faster, deeper, more intimate, more greedy, accompanied by the embarrassingly loud sound of their saliva, their fingers pressed painfully tight on their bodies.

"− so pretty −" He breathed out into her mouth and she trembled all over hearing it, feeling as if a pleasant wave of heat had passed through her body, the inside of her core between her thighs pulsed hard, for some reason she felt that she was terribly wet.

"− mhm −" She mumbled only, deepening the kiss thinking only of making sure he didn't stop, that she wanted this, that she wanted him.

That she wanted him to touch her.

He paused for a moment, panting loudly, his nose pressed against her cheek as he felt her take the arm he was embracing her with in her hand and slide it lower, grabbing his wrist.

"− did I do something wrong? −" He whispered in a trembling voice and drew in the air loudly, surprised when she took his hand in hers and gently placed it on her breast covered only by the material of her Tshirt.

"− fuck −" He muttered in shock, involuntarily his fingers tightened tentatively on her soft flesh, she could feel his accelerated breath on her face, that he was looking at what he was doing, where his hand was. "− so soft −"

She felt his words between her thighs, sighing quietly, unable to believe how pleasant it was, how warm and large his hand felt, his touch gentle, full of curiosity, respect and uncertainty.

He kissed her again, still keeping his hand on her breast, kneading it gently, sighing in delight as she struggled to catch her breath, moaning quietly when she felt the tip of his tongue gently brush her upper lip.

"− fuck − mmm −" He hummed quietly, thrusting greedily into her lips, panting loudly along with her, her hand pressed his fingers firmly against her breast forcing him to squeeze her harder and he groaned low right down her throat, her free hand roaming through his hair, his tongue invading deep inside her mouth.

They pulled away from each other, terrified and moved back quickly hearing the sound of a lock being turned and someone's laughter, Aegon talking loudly on the phone.

"She pisses me off, she's always jealous, I don't even get a moment's peace. No, I'm not going back there, I'm already home. Hi little nerds!" He threw them a greeting as he ran up the stairs to the first floor in a few sure strides, and after a moment she heard the sound of his room door closing.

They both swallowed loudly, trying to calm their breathing. She pressed her lips together not believing what had happened, afraid to look at him, not knowing what she should do now. She felt a terrible tension and a throbbing that she didn't know much of what to do about, and she was ashamed to ask him about it, so she just grunted quietly, looking down at her hands.

"Em….so. Shall we keep playing?" He asked in a low, slightly hoarse voice, and she nodded quickly.

They played for a few more hours without saying much, but they sat closer together, their thighs and shoulders touching, she could feel his body with her every move.

Neither of them pulled away, quite the contrary, sometimes when she was waiting for him to move she would lay her head on his shoulder, as she often did on the bus, watching him play and hearing him swallow loudly each time, trying to concentrate on what he was doing.

At some point she felt herself start to fall asleep, it was late but she didn't want to go home. It felt silly to be left without Helaena for the night though and she was afraid that Aegon would tease both him and her later.

That's why she simply laid back in with her face pressed into his neck inhaling his pleasant scent and allowed herself to close her eyes, just for a moment.

"− hey − Foxy − are you asleep? −" She heard him whisper, his warm hand gently stroking her thigh.

"− mmm −" She murmured softly, embracing his arm with her hands, cuddling into him like he was a teddy bear, he was pleasantly warm and smelled of himself, just the way she liked it, it felt good and comfortable. She felt him kiss her cheek a few times.

"Sleep. I'll cover you with a blanket later." He whispered, launching some other game on the pad, apparently a single-player one.

She felt him take his arm from her grasp only to embrace her and hug her close, and she snuggled eagerly into his chest, laying herself comfortably, his cheek resting against the top of her head, all she could hear was the quiet clicking of his pad and the sounds of the game which he had turned down so that she could sleep in peace.

After a while she fell into a deep sleep, squirming in his embrace. Then she felt a sudden emptiness and muttered under her breath discontentedly, searching for him with her hand in the darkness.

She felt someone's lips kissed her hair and stroked her cheek, she smelled his scent, his warm body laid behind her back and embraced her, covering them thoroughly with a warm blanket.

She placed her hands on his intertwining their fingers, his face snuggled into the hollow of her neck, she heard him sigh quietly as if relieved.

She fell asleep.

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[notafraidofredyellowandblue]

Lars Reider.

😄

Now we're going really retro today 😊 with the 90's 'boy band photoshoot' 😊

I honestly never knew where that came from:

- is it a lazy typo by that magazine

- were they bored and having a bit of fun on the side coming up with fake facts about themselves (as they did more often imo)

- or was the mag confusing the name with that of at the time pretty famous German discusthrower Lars Riedel (olympic champion if i'm not mistaken)

😊

[anwiel13]

Flake will play guest role in crime series “Tatort”

As HR confirmed upon request, not only songwriter Heinz-Rudolf Kunze and Christiane Rösinger (Lassie Singers) will be seen in guest roles, but also a third very well-known musician. Christian "Flake" Lorenz from the band Rammstein plays a doctor.

Of course they had to bring accusations in the article

The keyboard player of the German metal band, like frontman Till Lindemann, was recently in the media connection with the scandal surrounding the so-called "Row Zero". This is not an obstacle to his involvement in "Tatort", as an HR spokesperson confirmed when asked by teleschau: "The accusations against him made in the media were not brought to court. We are presumed innocent."

[rammingthestein]

“I’ve been on the road with many bands,” says tour manager Heike Krämer backstage at the Toyota Center in Houston, “Is Rammstein special? Absolutely. I won’t say anything else. Just this: They hold doors open for women. Got it?” | from this 032c magazine article, 2017

Rammstein performing in Russia as part of their festivals tour, 2016 © Sergey Sukhorukov (his instagram)

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[Discord]

Not allowed, reasons on spreadsheet -> all Harry Potter & related, all politicians, the last of us, Alexander Armstrong, Alice Cooper, Axl Rose, Amber Heard, Ben Miller, Bill Murray, Carlos Santana, Dave Chapelle, Elon Musk, Hazbin Hotel, Hetalia, James Euringer, JK Rowling & Supporters, Johnny Depp, Jordan Peterson, Kevin Sorbo, Marilyn Manson, Morrissey, Neil Gaiman, Noel Fielding, Oh Yeong-su, Ralph Fiennes, Rammstein & Members, Rob Lowe, Ru Paul, Saul Goodman/Jimmy Mcgill, TLOF, Tim Burton

[ninathekllrr]

General!Ticci Toby HCs. . .

This took longer than expected . . Read till the end for a lil blurb <3 reminder ! English isn’t my first language.

—Clothing;

It depends on how old Toby is.. at first he only wore the clothes Slenderman “found” him in and whatever other articles of clothing he was able to scavenge up. It wasn’t until a few years later he felt safe enough to venture out and buy some clothes from the thrift. (with stolen money cuz bitch don’t get paid to be a lumberjack,,, a human lumberjack that is.)

I’m so bad at describing; just think of Will Graham's season 1 outfit n shit. 😭 I feel like he’d probably dress like a grandpa. Oversized Grandpa sweaters, those button-ups/dress shirts under w collars that peep out, any baggy pants in general. Work/toe steel boots >> .

He just doesn’t bother much w dressing up! It’s also so he doesn’t stand out much whenever trying to go somewhere in public — sometimes he’d get lucky and find band tees of bands he likes or Jeff lets him borrow some of his own.

—music;

A firm believer that he loves metal. Something about the chaotic-icy helps him “soothe the voices.” his favorite bands would be Sevendust, Rammstein, and Lamb of god!

Once when he was on a mission he accidentally broke into the wrong house and lucky him it was a middle-aged white dad who had a thing for 2000s rock and metal. Killed that fucker and stole as many albums and CDs as he possibly could :p.

He’d DIY a bunch of studded leather bracelets and give a few away to Natalie and Jeffery. Gifting is his love language tbh

—interests;

Most residents of the manor (when he ‘lived’ there) don’t/didn’t know much about Toby since he doesn’t bother socializing much. He seems pretty disinterested to the rest but the dude really has some great hobbies and things he enjoys. For one he loves crafting, especially wood carving! He also has a habit of collecting animal bones/remains to clean and use them as decor. His favorites prob have to be fox skulls :). Very much a trinket collector as well. Just a odd man :3

Besides hobbies, oddly enough he enjoys Sanrio-related things—specifically cinnamon roll. (Since it’s the only character he knows,) he will convince you that the cinnamoroll is a bunny, not a dog. He refuses to accept that the little cartoon character is not a bunny as he first assumed. Of course he likes music music,, he’s given poetry a chance, isn’t the great at it but really enjoys it!

—Biography;

Toby is Dominican-German. His mom was Dominican while his dad was German! He’s fluent in Spanish and somewhat broken German. Around 5’9 to 6’0 foot tall. Late teens and early twenties he was more scrawny than anything but after 13 years of labor and trying to survive he obv grew some muscle mass and like… isn’t built like a 17-year-old boy idfk. Ofc, he was born on April 28th 1994. Toby grew up in more southern states (specifically Alabama) and has a slighht southern accent.

—Proxy experiences;

Toby is a runaway proxy; one of the very few that managed to escape Slendermans (or the operators, depending on which) grasp. Though he isn’t exactly safe cuz of this, If he gets too close to the terrority of Slenderman or the operator he starts developing symptoms and illness. Course the main being static n amnesia, waking up in random places covered in blood, etc. Toby can’t feel pain so the static doesn’t cause immense headaches but it’s dangerous for that exact reason; he can never tell when his nose starts to bleed or his ears rupture.

Toby only got involved with the operator in his later years (maybe around midish late 20’s) when he was in the minced of escaping Slenderman, and just so happened to meet Tim Wight. He spiraled into a REDACTED hell hole from there.

—Love interest(s) ?;

Oh boy, , it really depends on how quirky im feeling. Ticciwork and TicciJeff tbh. He loves ppl with no sanity 🫶🫶 Thankfully Jeff isn’t involved with Slender because he’s too much of a loose cannon to be controlled, much like EJ, the rake, seed, smile, grinny, etc. and Slenderman doesn’t take interest in Clockwork but since she has connections with some of slendermans valuable tyrants and or proxies, the entity leaves her be.

Jeff was the one to help Toby escape slenderman, and snapped him out of his “devotion” era. Clock is just amazing girlfriend and always there for him :p.

extra . . . .

[ REDACTED ! ! ]

This Deja vu feeling haunts him. He doesn’t understand why he’s being searched for. Why do the cops know who he is? Why is he? Who was he?

Childhood didn’t exist. Was he always grown ?

Why is it when he passes down that neighborhood, it feels so nostalgic . Nothing left but ashes and decaying foundations of homes, homes that were once were preoccupied by happy families. He call still smell the remains of the burnt buildings. Strange. It’s like he could never forget.

Jeff always went quiet whenever they were talking and the topic of this neighborhood was brought up, does he know something the EX proxy doesn’t?

What’s more confusing is that fateful night with Natalie, he found himself driving down a dark road that one night. It shared similar sentiment much like the abandoned neighborhood, only much more sinister. He was with Clocky, Pretty brunette with a clock for one eye,, the other an odd emerald green. Over time, the twitchy man taught himself to read clocks just so he wouldn’t have to check his phone for the time. Natalie’s eye always went tick tock, tick tock.

It was only him and Nat against the world at that moment,, so who was the mauled looking blonde in his rear view window? Sitting in the back of his car as well, it was strange. Jeff usually hoarded up the back seats. . He wouldn’t share it with a victim.

But it isn’t just a victim. Toby found himself struggling to catch his breath, who is she? Nat. It’s not Nat. It’s not Jeff. It’s just some blonde girl. A young adult that resembles someone he doesn’t know. Does he know ? ? ?

Who is she?

What was once a soft and familiar safe touch was now ghostly and evocative ? ?

Everything is blurry around him. He doesn’t hear her asking if he’s okay.

He doesn’t feel her cold touch, her hand covering his on the steering wheel.

One moment he’s on the road

The next he’s out cold

.

What caused him to swerve into that tree ?

Why did he put their lives at risk ?

.

Panting. He heard harsh panting. Was that him? Was that her? His hands were completely thrown off the steering wheel and replaced with paler, somewhat smaller ones. Not so gentle though. Something warm was dripping down from his nose. Metallic scent wafted and clogged his nostrils. He licked his lips and wasn’t surprised to be met with blood - he looked in the rear view mirror - NO BLONDIE IN SIGHT

He looked out the window. Did he just barely manage to swerve away from that tree? No. He didn’t save their lives. He looked to his right. A singular green eye met his. She’s unharmed, unlike REDACTED but shooken up. What brought him back to his senses was that familiar disoriented voice.

“Toby, what the fuck ??”

[tipsywench]

Apparently since we went to the Rammstein concert and posted the photos on facebook my Dad's been getting links and articles related to Rammstein (which sounds right for facebook)

and tonight when I called he was like: "Oh your band! did you hear the news? they aren't touring again for like 3 years, that's insane!"

and I just think it's funny and really sweet that he's now paying attention to Rammstein stuff and ready to tell me any news about "my band"

[marimayscarlett]

'Herzeleid' turns 29 today 💿🎶

Rammstein's first album 'Herzeleid' was released on the 25th of September in 1995, 29 years from today.

The album was recorded in Stockholm, Sweden, partly at Polar Studios (built for ABBA back then), mostly for bass, drums and some guitar tracks, and partly at the private studio of Jacob Hellner and Carl-Michael Herlöfsson, the producers of this album, where the main recording of the guitars as well as Till's singing took place. The band actually wanted to have Greg Hunter as a producer, yet he wasn't that thrilled as he visited one of the band's practices and reportedly fell asleep during it.

A famous and integral part of the album is of course the song "Du riechst so gut" - for this song, the band wished for a special effect for the line "Der Wahnsinn...", is it should sound like it would come from a telephone line. To achieve that, one of the band members went out to a Stockholm subway, wearing nothing but a white t-shirt, suspenders, boots, and shorts. From the subway, he called the studio and repeated the line "Der Wahnsinn" over and over again in different intonations. As a result, a worried passer-by called the police, reporting a man shouting German phrases into a phone.

The first mix of the album was done by Hellner and Herlöfsson as well, and Richard was present as the only band member during this mixing. He wasn't satisfied with the result, and called the rest of the band, the management and the label Motor Music. It was collectively decided that they needed a new person for mixing the sound, and as a result, a second mixing session took place in Hamburg at the Chateau du Pape studios, together with the producer Ronald Prent. For each song, several mixing version were produced, and each of the versions were discussed by the band.

In total, 18 songs were procuded in 6 weeks. The seven songs which didn't make it on the album are most likely: Feuerräder, Jeder lacht, Schwarzes Glas, Wilder Wein, Alter Mann, Sadist and an untitled instrumental.

The album was firstly released with a "Riech!" ("Smell!") box, which contained the album (sometimes also the single "Du riechst so gut", sometimes only the single), a small bottle of Calvin Klein's "Obession" as well as several promotion sheets with a epic 'description' of the band and their style (read it here in the rammwiki article).

The album cover of "Herzeleid" sparked heated discussions. Flake said in an interview that newspapers had accused the band members of portraying themselves as "members of a master race" (german: Herrenmenschen) on the front cover. The band firmly rejected this allegation. But the band itself wasn't exactly thrilled with the cover either. Richard said in an interview that the cover looked like an advertisement for gay porn. The band had the photos for the cover taken in a parking lot without thinking about the result.

Alternative covers for the North America version as well as the XXV Anniversary Version, as well as the polish version in cassette form:

More various facts:

The Rammstein menhir was an additional promotional item, which was send out about 50 times to selected record stores to be used as a presentation spot for the albums. It's to this day one of the rarest Rammstein items, eventhough it has been sold over ebay several times.

When "Herzeleid" was released in 1995, it only reached number 99 in the German charts. It was only after "Sehnsucht" was released two years later that "Herzeleid" reached its highest chart position at number 6.

The first album after the album release was held on the 13th of october 1995 in Zurich, Switzerland, which marked the 9th concert in their Herzeleid tour and the first Rammstein concert outside of Germany.

On some early pressings of "Herzeleid", the words "Schulhof" and "töten" in the song "Weisses Fleisch" are censored by beeps.

The track "Wollt ihr das Bett in Flammen sehen" contains samples from the PC game "Doom". A scream from the game character and the shotgun being fired can be heard.

In the chorus of the track “Heirate mich”, Till Lindemann sings the syllables "Hei, Hei, Hei". This was interpreted by some critics as "Heil, Heil, Heil" and therefore as a right-wing extremist and national socialist message. The band defends itself against this interpretation.

Sources: rammwiki, radiobob

[radicchia]

In case you missed it: it appears that Till Lindemann of Rammstein habitually invites pretty young women backstage for highly questionable aftershow parties and more. You can read the report that started the current debate (which includes the accusation about the spiked drinks) in this article, but a lot more women have come forward with their own stories on instagram and reddit. There's also a link to a 2016 tumblr post in the article, which you can find here.

[herrlindemann]

Professor Björn Gercke (49) represents a number of celebrities, including Till Lindemann. In an interview with FOCUS online, the Cologne criminal defense lawyer explains why the Berlin public prosecutor's office has closed the investigation against his client, the frontman of Rammstein.

FOCUS online: Mr. Gercke, the public prosecutor's office has stopped investigating your client Till Lindemann. A surprising legal success? 

Gercke: Certainly not, this decision by the public prosecutor's office is only logical and consistent. There was never any evidence or indication that my client sexually abused these women. This is also shown by the fact that these alleged victims did not themselves file criminal charges against Mr. Lindemann, but third parties.

The public prosecutor's office in Berlin has investigated very extensively and interviewed several people. Among other things, the file from Vilnius, Lithuania, was also consulted, after all, the suspicion was expressed in the media that the Northern Irishwoman Shelby Lynn allegedly mixed "knock-out drops" into her drinks after the Rammstein concert and that she was said to have been abused by my client .

The prosecutors in Lithuania dropped the case within hours because there was nothing wrong with it. It then took Berliners three months longer to realize that the allegations were completely unfounded. Two weeks ago we presented again with numerous attachments why Mr. Lindemann is innocent. As a result, the public prosecutor's office dropped the proceedings because there was no suspicion of a crime for factual reasons. 

From your point of view, a first-class acquittal?  

Gercke: There is no such thing formally in the preliminary investigation. But yes, I am glad that this unspeakable story has come to a criminal end. Especially since some media felt compelled to play the prosecutor themselves.

Luckily , at the end of the day, it is the rule of law that decides who is to blame and not journalists. Mr. Lindemann is glad and happy that this criminal case has ended. Everything else is a question of morality, which, however, cannot be clarified by the public prosecutor's office.  

But there were many suspicions in the room: knockout drops at the after-show parties to alleged rape. Was it all just pipe dreams? 

Gercke: Ms. Shelby backtracked heavily later on. She never claimed that Till Lindemann did anything to her. In the whole case, two crucial questions play a role. First: Did one of the women concerned have sex with Mr. Lindemann against her will? Second, were these women actually drugged or knocked out?

The public prosecutor's office denied both, as did Ms. Shelby later or the YouTuber Kayla Shyx, who initially made similar allegations in a video. 

"Scars always remain. I hope for Till Lindemann that he gets through it all well."

Weren't the women questioned by the Berlin public prosecutor's office? 

Gercke: Kayla Shyx was questioned for a very long time. In the end nothing came of it. Ergo there was no suspicion. As a result, Mr. Lindemann was completely whitewashed under criminal law.  

But now there is the moral question of abuse of power. What does the defense attorney think? 

Gercke: Since this accusation does not exist in criminal law, the question does not arise for me. So I can't say anything about that.  

But you must have an opinion on this subject.  

Gercke: Not really. Because it has nothing to do with criminal law. 

How did your client take the whole investigation?  

Gercke: That was a great burden for him, because every article about him or Rammstein referred to this procedure. And let's be honest: Despite the end of the investigation, something always sticks with the people. That was the case with Jörg Kachelmann, with Andreas Türck, Luke Mockridge - all received a first-class acquittal, but scars always remain. I hope for Till Lindemann that he survives the whole thing well. 

Are there plans to file false charges against the women who have accused your client? 

Gercke: This has not yet been discussed with the client.