New Year's resolution: finally fall in love again. Into the world, the life, the people. Granted: you want to find them, it and everyone good, but it's just hard. Man is angry (himself). Individuals and whole societies lose themselves in the darkness. Friendships crumble and hearts break. Fat bread has written a dozen love songs along such fissures and cracks in our worlds today. They will be released on the upcoming album LOVESTORY. The three Nose Wise Men can do such a thing: which local rap group else carried protest songs about homophobia and misogyny ("gay girls") into the top ten? Disapproved our lack of compassion on the occasion of reports of mass exodus and assassinations ("On days like these")? The topic was the fatal overdose of cuddly drugs ("Leave your fingers off the e, Manuela")? Did all the sex dolls dance to a rave bouncer about a new, medially forced impotence ("Bettina, please put something on")? The fact that the three beastly boys don't stick us in the eye with an outstretched index finger, but rather mercilessly tickle through the super-optimized bodies, makes them indispensable court jesters in this digital dictatorship of the switched on. Fat bread, as an informed uncle recently called out, must now save the world!
