It was good to read Slime: Deutschland muss sterben, a 2013 biography of Hamburg’s long-standing punk band Slime, who I liked a great deal in my teenage years. I knew all the records but very little about the band. They were camera-shy, and only a few blurry photos on the back cover of their first album gave me a vague idea of what they looked like. Turns out the guy standing behind the mic in the picture was actually their drummer, who had drunk himself to death a few years after the recording.
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