final level


Allow me: final level - here the name says it all.

The Swabian quintet brings every location into a state of emergency with a juicy mixture of death and thrash.

The unmistakable fresh heaviness, which has everything to offer from old-school riffs to spherical moments, lets fans of the heavier pace get their money's worth.

The message remains unmistakable: party hard. In the style of their own militia, expressively symbolic moshing takes place against a crazy world full of uncontrolled violence. So nothing stands in the way of a big party.

The armored army rises. Next level: final level.