Behold
Rammstein as of February.
Um.
Oh, dear.
Till is as scrumptious as ever, and Richard looks perfectly scrumptious in the first picture, but something dreadful begins to happen in the second picture. His face suddenly looks rubbery, like overstretched plastic, and by the final picture, it looks like someone slipped him an Aging Draught mickey. He's jowly and bloated with alcohol and inertia.
And don't even get me started on the hollow-eyed chemotherapy patient that might be Paul. Or a late-blooming Make-A-Wish kid living it up with his sweaty idols.
Christoph looks like Weird Al and Kenny G had a torrid affair that produced a secret assbaby.
I know age leaves its mark on everyone, but it's always a shock when it catches our heroes.
Damn.