Augn is back. Must be. After all, people won't stop talking loads of garbage, even though "soon you won't be allowed to say anything". With the double album "Gerstenkorn/Fata Morgana", the "fun guerrilla of humorless humor of the para-public filter bubble" is now igniting the next stage of escalation. The beats are as dull as time, the lyrics the portrait of an average German family reunion - but without the composure. It's not just borderline nodding when grandpa rants about everything again or the leather-skinned aunt raves about her lover from Mombasa.