Rome (4) ‎– Masse Mensch Material

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Comes in 4-panel embossed Digipak with 16-pages booklet including all lyrics.

Recorded in August/September 2007 at Tidal Wave Recording Studios Karlsruhe, Germany.

Barcode and Other Identifiers

  • Barcode (Text): 7 350020 545658
  • Barcode (Reader): 7350020545658
  • Matrix / Runout: Sony DADC A0100925650-0101 15 A2
  • Mastering SID Code: IFPI L555
  • Mould SID Code: IFPI 94V1

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Cat# Artist Title (Format) Label Cat# Country Year
TRI 394 CD Rome (4) Masse Mensch Material(CD, Album, RE) Trisol TRI 394 CD Germany 2011 Sell This Version


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September 9, 2017
edited 11 months ago

'You admire the lions, you despise the sheep, but following lions, makes nothing but sheep' (Die Brandstifter).
Good to hear these lyrics in a neofolk album. Self proclaimed aristocrats, Nietzschean supermen, Redbeardean misanthropes, social darwinists, wannabe elitists and moronic fascists, this one is for you.


April 24, 2011
edited over 7 years ago
Rome's piece de resistance of martial folk music begins with the ethereal Sonnengötter, a sublime pure ambient work that showcases Jérôme's virtuous talents as a Neo-Romantic bard. Towards the end of this opening lucubration, no sooner has a cultured voice sample whispered the title of the album, that the ghostly pads condense into the military drum of 'Der Brandtaucher,' a rousing centerpiece of the genre that achieves and surpasses the ideals set by industrial heroes Gerhard Petak and Dernière Volonté. Yet the apex of the album is not reached until the following composition: 'Das Feuerordal' - The Ordeal by Fire (if my German still holds up) is surely the magnum opus of Rome and the martial folk genre in general.

In 'Das Feuerordal', the aforementioned military thomp underlays an aggressive guitar chord progression, conjuring a beautiful dichotomy percolated by Jérôme's gravelly and mature vocals. Whilst the song structure resembles the strophic form utilised so oft in the cursèd pop music, the music is otherwise diametrically opposed to conventional filth, with the poetic lyrics mocking mainstream culture and melancholically handling the complex issues of love, life and faith. I am an acknowledged admirer of alliteration and other odic techniques; employed in the past by bawdy equivocators such as Shakespeare, and Rome's Platonic lyrics rank close to that bard's sonnets.

I digress - the next track, 'Die Nelke', must stand also on the podium of martial folk classics. The scorning and despondent lyrics had me in turns weeping with rage and holding up my fist in rousing defiance of tralatitious norms. Few tracks hold such elementary power to shake violent conflicting emotional responses in this vein. I must particularly note the potent poetry that is addressed to the average small-talker whom we with taste despise: "You have no self-control, you confuse talking with breathing, what do you know of the lives we're leading?" This is innervating balladry that equals Douglas Pearce in his most inspired moments.

Whilst these tracks are the grandest vade mecums on the album, needling the lack of self-control and general apathy in our modern capitalist society, most of the other tracks remain endeavors that cascade their wonderful songwriting and doggerel onto the rest of the folk world, leaving the majority of other songs far behind. The first-rate usage of samples of Weimar Germany in 'Wir Moorsoldaten' and the album in general is surely an original idea within the neofolk scene that will embolden prospective versifiers to come.

So, to summarise in simpler language, Masse Mensch Material is a transcendent climax of the mirror of the exemplary and is much enjoyed by artists and idealists prone to melancholy, such as myself.