Herr Schmidt, a name that is not uncommon. So it could be anyone. Someone who has been living here for a long time or one who has just moved to the new neighborhood.
The mystery of who it could be makes it all the more exciting. For Herr Schmidt does not want to score with his face, but with his music. His texts as clearly formulated as the ice of the Arctic. The sound resounds across the country like the steam locomotives of yesteryear. The German rock prescribed to the death, but again also not averse to singing different languages.
He wants to wake up. Encourage people to think. Move something. Yes, that’s Herr Schmidt.