The end isn't over yet. The best band in the world is now a democracy, a triumvirate of goodwill, a partnership of justice, and they have far too much time on their hands not to worry about rock music. And, of course, about all the phases of close relationships between men, women, and everyone else. From the more or less shy courtship behavior during the more or less hopeful first glance to the passive-aggressive psychological terror of post-relationships. It even gets philosophical.

"Time Waste" questions the meaning of our existence and whether we shouldn't just do something other than be a fan of BelaFarinRod. "Tamagotchi" counters the difficult ethical problems of the dawning age of artificial intelligence with a true hymn to emotion. "Forest Walk with Consequences" offers a completely new approach to theosophy. "M&F," on the other hand, generally just want to have sex in every possible way.

Die Ärzte: Now with absolute emptiness, a proper HeyHey!, a god on the shelf and the crucial question: Is this still punk rock?

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