Blagggghh, another German review--don't worry, it's very positive, however the translation sucks.

From motorhorst.de

Paranoid Android
"It had to come sometime in such a way. For many years we have it only to our favour schuften to leave. To them only once for it thanked and it to all evil also still in ridiculous films against beginning politicians with strange accent to begin do not leave. Profits were allowed they thereby naturally never. Our friends made of metal, our robots. It was only one question of the time, until they would rev up. And now is it so far. The rebellion of the machines. "Here's A story for the kids". Women and children first.

Judgement day thus. Who thought, which would want themselves to raechen measure-been correct machines with large fuss and Gedonner at us, are however on the wood path. The Cyborgs of Ima Robot has finally style. And they know, how one resoles humans duly the back. With the irresistible Groove of "Dynomite" they bring you to dance. With hippem 80s-Glitter they rotate you the head. And with a bad Bratzgitarre they chop off you first times an arm or in such a way which. Bitterly and badly. Grinsen also still so broadly and commonly, as it is possible for a heap sheet metal without mouth.

A few rausgeflogene safety devices long the robot noise raves itself now first times out. Lets follow on the highly explosive Opener a not less through-slammed Tanzflaechenfeger, which logical-proves "Song # 1" is called. And gives oneself with "Scream" suddenly a style-genuinly smudgy Ballade, which smells after polyester suits and brings cooled down circuits in Wallung. "You were the best love I more ever had."as sweet, these robots. "You hit ME high/You hit ME low."oh so.

What actually before itself goes here? We throw a view of the Biographie. Alex Ebert is called the leader of the robot revolt. Self description: "I'm fucked."behind it the half Backing volume of Beck and two young chaps stand named Oligee and Timmy The terror. All together made it powerfully for one at the waffel and the best from it. A over-foaming Punk album, which would like to actually be Glam, actually however Pop is. At least nearly. Nothing for drawers. Or weak nerves. But geil. "Here come the bombs/run for more cover."someone should swivel the white flag.