The new album by Lacrimosa sliced my heart in two – one shines while other bleeds.
Tilo has created an incomparable set of songs; it gives a new vision and reveals another (one from many) side of his talent. I would love to mark two songs. “Taube” is uncharacteristic; instead of the two, it involves a wider social circle. It reminds me of the early Rammstein’s songs; but no way I would call it identical. Where Rammstein expose the dirt broiling within people, Lacrimosa uncover a heart-wrenching tragedy.
Another song, the one which let my soul fly but prophesied its downfall as well, is “I lost my star in Krasnodar”. It gave me a feeling of participation. Like Tilo lost his heart to the mysterious woman from the Russian city, I lost my heart to Germany. Some people lose there where others find and one country, even a big country like Russia, isn't big enough to hold everything that is contained in just one heart.
But the bitter irony is that I’ve just lost my own star, just after a month after I’d shared this song with that person. And his words mirror my feelings, while I can neither say a word nor cry.