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.