SOKO LiNX und Grundhass

In the organizer's words:

"Luxury for all" was yesterday. "More wealth for millionaires" is the slogan of the hour. But anyone can make it if they really want to, make enough effort and willingly work overtime. This is what self-care looks like in turbo capitalism. Wink smiley. "Prosperity through performance" is the top priority. Who cares about the other 10? So the working class hero runs his elbows off in the hamster wheel, chasing after a goal that he will probably never achieve. This pleases high society, which is already further ahead and only has its own money working for it. Clever.

SOKO LiNX and GRUNDHASS still dream of making money with their music one day. Süsz. That's why they're going on tour together in 2025. The hamster wheel will be swapped for a tour bus. Without air conditioning, of course. After all, you don't want to forget your origins from humble beginnings. True to the tour motto: DEUTSCHLAND MUSZ ERBEN. Even if it's only the five-figure debts of parents who died young. Less than nothing is often a bad start in life. At least it keeps the self-proclaimed elite among themselves. That's something too.

SOKO LiNX, the Teletubbies of electro-punk with an Aldi bag and occasional rap excursions, are back with a new album. After the declaration of war "Auf die Fresze. Ready. Go" (2022), it's now suddenly "Blosz keine Stresz". A misunderstanding? According to SOKO LiNX, yes. Because by "Auf die Fresze", the band only meant that they would only appear wearing masks. And they make more sense over the face than on the feet. Completely logical. Right? On "Blosz keinen Stresz", SOKO LiNX once again throws wisdom and thought experiments around without being asked. It's about the adversities of intercontinental air travel across the Atlantic, about vacant apartments, which have probably become a precious rarity in view of the urbanization in local Grosz cities, and about unspeakable rear window stickers of new-fangled potatoes. It's about drunken nights in a small town in the north of Saxony, which always end in emotional wasting away alone in a double bed. But the love-hungry straight man doesn't want much at all. Just a girlfriend without an animal. Because animals don't belong in the den or in the zoo, let alone on the plate. All-encompassing social criticism in a culture of suffering. In a sad ballad about a failed shaking rhyme, the pros and cons of masculine masturbation are expertly pondered and discursively discussed. Once again ahead of its time in terms of content and philosophy.

Most people probably scratch their heads in confusion when they see GRUNDHASS on stage. After all, the name promises the shabbiest two or three chords of German punk and the dullest parole drivel. When the likeable guy with the acoustic guitar and the Jürgen von der Lippeesque shirt enters the stage and performs his melodic anthems with sometimes absurd lyrics, it's clear that this must be a fraudulent label.