From the chi chi stylings of Italy to the terrifying singing of Volkisch Germany.
Heino and his street cleansing vocals are probably thankfully little known outside his native Germany but with his medically induced stare, permanent dark glasses and uber blondness, he is the fantasy German I like even better because he is real.
This car crash of a record succeeds despite itself, with military clapping en masse, commands to "Zing!" and some dubious implications about post war escapees to Latin America. I would never buy it, but I am gleeful that it exists, and it is irrestible on the way home from the pub when one is over refreshed from one of the many excellent lagers that Heino's countrymen have gifted to the world.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment