Yo, almost half of this Justus Kohncke album I bought is cheesed-out kitsch-pop like the music from the beginning of John Waters movies thrown in to indicate that we are now in grinning cold-war technicolor sitcom land. Dude, this thing is German! I dropped 17 dollars on it! I do not want to hear this stuff! You house music people are weird. (However. The track "Schwabylon" is a completely bananas sleazy greasy coked-out sliding violin disco monster; it may actually be worth the 17 bones I spent on the CD.)