Typical. You wait all decade for a new Rammstein album, and then two show up at once. Or, at least, a double-dose of Till Lindemann is served up, oily and steaming, a mere six months apart. And, on face value, there is at times not much to differentiate Herr Lindemann’s work with co-conspirator Peter Tägtgren in this eponymous outfit and his day job: a sense of musical roboticism, powerfully efficient metal, a very thick sense of darkness, and baroque, sweeping piano dirges. And this time, it’s even all in German, unlike the hilariously end-of-the-pier, English-language solo debut Skills In Pills from 2015. But if that’s where you stop looking, then you are missing a great deal of the picture. For here, there is a sense of a man cutting loose, of fewer people making decisions and, thus, fe...
