Unbelievably great, this album, the proof that the BOXHAMSTERS are rightly counted with EA 80 to the upper class of German guitar music, and also the proof, how well it can work to stay with lyrics in his language, because the lyrics of singer & songwriter Co can't reach so fast. Joachim Hiller, OX In the early nineties, I think there really wasn't a horny opinion leader of the most diverse indie cliques who wasn't a fan of the Boxhamsters all over the country. A real fan. With all love to the always mischievous-sweet Gie?ener Clever-Punks. For angry boys without ghetto origins and difficulties, they functioned - with their DIY status - as an extremely large model of identification. Time went by. Many of the boys (and girls) described above were lost to Tocotronic - and punk seemed not only to have become even more outdated musically, but also to have really gotten ready. And yet: Sauggschmerle - a record with just as much innovation as necessary to avoid being titled too yesterday. But still very deep in what used to be the way it was. With securities one evening, one album deny. I'm in. The mini outbursts of the unmacker-like guitar, the 4-track howler from Cos's living room, a sci-fi sample. Everything sounds good. There's a visitor. No class reunion, which in all its horror casts only shadows on its own existence, only a postcard, only a line of text, only a pat on the back. And one of the editors is shouting again: Where are my people out there? In here. Linus Volkmann / Intro - Music & such critique
