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Dero, your voice is amazing, and it's obvious that there's a formidable intellect inside your head, but your butthurt about Rammstein is disappointing and unbecoming. Pray tell, what horrible German caricatures and stereotypes are the Rammgents perpetuating? That Germans are fit? That they like to have fun or think about sex or have more depth than a bunch of stuffed shirts? Enlighten me.
As for the criticism of their stage show, I really don't know. I love the fire, of course, and find it perversely beautiful, but it's the music that holds my attention, the chemistry of the six men creating the music. I think it's petty and unfair to compare them to the gaudy, hollow spectacle of Siegfried and Roy, two showmen in sequined suits who churn out the same performance night after night, right down to the rehearsed banter. He knows damn well that music is a living thing that changes according to the mood of its creators. To compare the artistry of Rammstein to the processed, pre-packaged pablum of a stage show put on by a pair of tottering, Botoxed horrors is petty shit-flinging. The fire might be gaudy, and it is certainly superfluous to the music, but it got them noticed, got their foot in the door to many international markets, and while it might be true that many people were initially attracted to the spectacle, it is also true that many of them stayed for the music. The fire is eye-catching, to be sure, and I will always love the dragon masks, there is only a certain number of times one can watch flames explode from a flashpot before it loses its luster and acquires a certain sameness. I was attracted by the fire and the exoticism of the German tongue, but I stayed for the music. So he can take his sniffy artistic superiority and musical martyrdom and wipe with them.
I do, however, wholly empathize with his seething frustration at the inconsiderate knob who keeps opening a squeaking door and barging through the interview room while he's answering the questions put to him(3:24). He's a cooler head than I would have been. It reminds me of that interview in which Richard is trying to conduct an interview backstage and someone starts thumping and banging about, so he excuses himself and marches off to rip someone a new asshole. Then he comes back and resumes that interview as though he didn't just wander out to stomp a pissy mudhole in some unfortunate tech. I wish I had thought to favorite it.
As for the criticism of their stage show, I really don't know. I love the fire, of course, and find it perversely beautiful, but it's the music that holds my attention, the chemistry of the six men creating the music. I think it's petty and unfair to compare them to the gaudy, hollow spectacle of Siegfried and Roy, two showmen in sequined suits who churn out the same performance night after night, right down to the rehearsed banter. He knows damn well that music is a living thing that changes according to the mood of its creators. To compare the artistry of Rammstein to the processed, pre-packaged pablum of a stage show put on by a pair of tottering, Botoxed horrors is petty shit-flinging. The fire might be gaudy, and it is certainly superfluous to the music, but it got them noticed, got their foot in the door to many international markets, and while it might be true that many people were initially attracted to the spectacle, it is also true that many of them stayed for the music. The fire is eye-catching, to be sure, and I will always love the dragon masks, there is only a certain number of times one can watch flames explode from a flashpot before it loses its luster and acquires a certain sameness. I was attracted by the fire and the exoticism of the German tongue, but I stayed for the music. So he can take his sniffy artistic superiority and musical martyrdom and wipe with them.
I do, however, wholly empathize with his seething frustration at the inconsiderate knob who keeps opening a squeaking door and barging through the interview room while he's answering the questions put to him(3:24). He's a cooler head than I would have been. It reminds me of that interview in which Richard is trying to conduct an interview backstage and someone starts thumping and banging about, so he excuses himself and marches off to rip someone a new asshole. Then he comes back and resumes that interview as though he didn't just wander out to stomp a pissy mudhole in some unfortunate tech. I wish I had thought to favorite it.