Öl
MCD – Stendal Blast

Stendal Blast are certainly one of the nastiest, blackest German speaking “Neue deutsche Härte”-bands.

The abysmal thing about them, however, is not in ” Head off!” or “Camera on!” screaming. One would do Kaaja Hoyda wrong to call him cynical or hard-nosed. When he rummages around in foul-smelling corners of our souls and expresses thoughts that we don’t even admit to ourselves, it’s not to “provoke” or “shock”.

The mirror is not only sharp-edged, but also fragile. In surprising moments, Hoyda’s lyrics suddenly hit the core of the matter. In “You are not so beautiful” someone mocks his girlfriend. Why doesn’t he leave her if he finds her so abysmally unattractive? Has he given himself up so far that he doesn’t care about anything, or does he despise himself even more than she does? Maybe “You are not so beautiful” is a real love song.

There is no black-and-white painting in Stendal Blast’s lyrics, no “good” and “wrong”, and certainly no clear answers. There are also no clear statements about the band itself.

You can find Stendal Blast “awesome”, you can also call us names for this band like on the last album on the phone. Maybe somebody out there even feels understood or comforted somehow, but that’s probably based on a mistake.

We don’t care. Stendal Blast too.