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Die Toten Hosen – Tage Wie Diesen

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Kat Stevens: “Wir wollen das Lied auf wie U2 klingen,” sagt Lead-Sänger Campino, der auch ein leckeres Zuckersüßer. “Ich kaufte auch Bono-sonnenbrille, aber irgendwie wir macht die Chorus klinge wie Runrig – und ich aussehen wie David Van Day vom Dollar! Das ist nicht richtig! Wir hatten früher ein Punk-Band sein! Wie konnte das passieren?”
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Anthony Easton: According to Wikipedia, they are supposed to be punk, but they seem so ’80s and expansive, and loud-quiet-loud. There is so little punk in these voices. I am only familar with the abrasive and abstract of German music, the Stockhausens and the Einstürzende Neubautens, so I have no context for this whatsoever, but I find it pleasurable, which must mean something.
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Iain Mew: Top of the line stadium rock, with echoing U2 guitars for the verses and a chorus that hits with a gargantuan rush of sound. I undoubtedly find it easier to get a little swept away anew by the well-worn formula because I’m free to concentrate on just the sonics of it, but they are great sonics.
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Brad Shoup: Is “vaguely sounds like ‘Heroes.’” finally a musical genre?
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Alfred Soto: U2 provoke so much critical derision these days that expert mimicry is a redress.
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Jonathan Bogart: There’s a ceiling on how great inspirational rock can be, regardless of language. Die Toten Hosen get pretty close to it, thanks to their reliance on the sturdy perennials of rock architecture — guitar-bass-drums-masculine bellow — but in the end their lack of specificity (not just lyrically, but in the sense that everyone’s heard these progressions, this arrangement, these dynamics, a thousand times before) keeps them stuck somewhere around 1986 U2.
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Jer Fairall: Guitars nimble and emotive enough to have come from any wave of chiming, melodic rock music that has existed from early U2 to Jimmy Eat World, with vocals too clear and explicitly heartfelt to have ever heard of ironic distance. A trace of self-consciousness might have saved them from such a generic thud of a chorus, however, and while it remains damning, it at least has the good sense to go by quickly each time.
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