Here comes the musical recording slut on duty. Just rescued from the ashes of his own burned-out prehistoric dreams. The solitary guardian of the strove-for grail almost disappeared forever. But in his final stab at Timezone, plucked from the depths of abandonment, he presents himself dynamic enough to perhaps allow some people to discover him. Those who delve into the world of hellemen's songs more often will be permanently rewarded with freshness and discoveries-rich diversity. Furthermore, hellemen doesn't waste time tinkering, but unashamedly spits out his outpourings onto CDs. Sloppy, fast, but always ahead. Even if he has to deal with the consequences of self-tangling cables every day. First take is the order of the day. If hellemen isn't killed one day, he'll keep inundating us with CDs that will always be different, yet somehow familiar. I wonder what else is raining down on us in German? Listen to the beautiful world and start with hellemen.