When one covers a gig, the evening begins at a venue’s box office, where the ticket and photo pass are picked up and any other important information is relayed. Wednesday night at the Fillmore Silver Spring, when I arrived to cover Till Lindemann on his current headlining tour, this additional information came in the form of signage posted at the box office, and the doors to the venue. It said, “Please be advised that this performance will involve exposure to certain foods containing the following ingredients, and potential allergens…” and listed the usual roundup, including shellfish. It was a reminder of what I already knew to be true—this show would be a visceral and wholly bonkers experience.
While Till Lindemann is most well-known as the front man for legendary German industrial metal band Rammstein, over the last decade or so, he’s also taken on solo work. In 2013, he paired up with Swedish multi-instrumentalist Peter Tägtgren to form Lindemann; when Tägtgren departed, Lindemann became a solo project. His latest solo album is Zunge, released last year.
I’m a Rammstein fan, so I looked forward to seeing this enigmatic frontman in the confines of a club, as opposed to the football stadiums where I caught the band a few times on their last US tour. I’ll get straight to the point. In 2024, humanity, with endless access to media and images from all dark corners of the planet, can be a tough crowd to shock. At the same time, we (ok some of us) work to make sure our fellow human beings feel comfortable and safe on the ride we all share through space. Till Lindemann defenestrates the idea of comfort, doing his best to provoke and shock his audience. He’s great at it. The music is good too.
At 9PM on the nose, Lindemann took the stage in a red uniform that was one part military, one part Berlin bondage club. Accompanied by his backing band—guitarists Jes Paige and Emily Ruvidich, bassist Danny Lohner, keyboardist Constance Day, and drummer Joe Letz—Lindemann launched into “Zunge,” from the latest album.