I'm getting into Rammstein.
My local marxist told me I am feeding my inner fascist - and looking earnestly into my eyes, she said, "And whatever you feed, grows". And I couldn't tell whether it was a shiver or a chill that ran down my spine, 'cause she is passing pretty.
But then my Confessor told me that Rammstein was really Gregorian Chant in modern clothes.
Ah, Rammstein, Rammstein, Rammstein.