It's a shame that this chugging goliath of cold-hearted Teutonic misery missed its scheduled Valentine's Day release, because it's the most perfect antidote to loved-up smoochiness that any bitter teen with only the four walls of his bedroom and a copy of Kerrang for company could ever ask for. As always, singer Till Lindemann relishes the rich gothic intonations of his mother tongue, hamming up his confessions of coldness and inhumanity ("Keine Lust", if you haven't guessed, means simply "No Lust"). Another belching beast of a track from a band who're everything Marilyn Manson wishes he could be.