Originally Posted by Oriphiel

Stealing Hawk's journal because everyone else is too cowardly to do guest reviews.



Disco Punk Opera as sung by a former pop star with actual Opera training who ditched East Berlin to hang out in '77 London, and met Jesus on an acid trip (and, more importantly, The Sex Pistols).

Weird. Catchy. Fun. Hagen goes hard with the vocals, and isn't afraid to scream or straight up belt full force. Her band sound sort of proggy here and dancey there, switching to a heavy and doomy feeling for Naturtrane, and thrashy Punk riffing for Pank (which just means Punk in German, so yeah).

And there's also a short a cappella showtune thing that somehow fits.

It's a great album. If you ever cross paths with it on a dark and rainy night, be sure to immediately stuff it into your pants.