Lindemann: Live in Moscow

I was more interested in this in the context of how much my socks were knocked back then by the live Rammstein: Paris. Lindemann doesn't have as strong an audio-visual concept as Till's alma mater, but it's more of a fun project where you can hear Tägtgren's hand almost exclusively in the composition, especially his band Pain. That's not a bad thing in itself, but this music can’t defend 90 minutes of running time. The show itself is also more of a romp than the sophisticated and over-realized antics of Rammstein. And then I have a moral problem with it, too, where Lindemann is a project that benefits greatly from pushing the edges of certain taboos in the discussion of where art ends and kinky pornography begins, yet chooses a bigoted environment for live viewing where they have to censor the projections until virtually nothing remains or they'll go to jail. What then plays into the live action is my personal affinity for Till Lindemann, with whom I find it incredibly entertaining just to watch how he stands. (28.09.2021)