Went to work yesterday as a Sharknado – at least until lunch, by which time the gag had reaped its quota of laughs, and I was getting sick of having no peripheral vision.

That's wonderful.

You don’t actually have to know anything about the band to enjoy it-- you just have to like evocative descriptions of the sea, gothic-romantic narratives, dream logic, and the aforementioned (moderately explicit) homoeroticism.

No, really, twist my arm.

(Not only do I like Rammstein's music, one of my earliest exposures to them was a sea-song.)