A vacuous, self-deluded, simplistic commander-in-cheap; first you hear the ominous, myopic challenge and then the inexorable march to oblivion... A band of concentration camp prisoners who rebel against being forced to participate in the extermination of their own people... a delightful ode to the splendor of female arousal and the dewy invitation proffered therein, suitable for sing-alongs at Oktoberfest. With vision and clarity, Giftstrauch forges these "tales", made all the more compelling because they are rendered entirely in German. After listening, you will realize Giftstrauch has succeeded in grasping some truth from the snarled, blackened thicket of duplicity, fear, and shame. Born of Midwestern soil gorged with blood and deceit, Giftstrauch turns on those who nourished it and forces their pallid faces toward the cleansing sun. Virtuous rebels, these! Battering down the walls of ignorance with voice and sound, laying waste to the corrupt, Giftstrauch commands the aural landscape like twin Siegfrieds vanquishing the dragons of fraud and machination. And of course they still have time for an impish dalliance with die damen now and again... Hören Sie jetzt! By Kevin Lian-Anderson.