Porno mit Ton by Korsakow: A Raw, Punk-Infused Ride Through German Rock
Let’s cut to the chase—Korsakow’s Porno mit Ton isn’t your typical polished pop album. Released in 2013 under the Goldene Zeiten label, this record slaps you in the face with its gritty mix of punk attitude and German rock vibes. It’s messy, loud, and unapologetically raw—but hey, that’s kinda the charm.
The album kicks off with "Was solls," a track that feels like a punch in the gut (in a good way). The energy is relentless, like someone just handed you a beer and told you to mosh without looking back. You can tell they’re not trying too hard to impress anyone here—it’s straight-up honesty wrapped in distorted guitars and snarling vocals. And then there’s “Schlag zu,” which hits different. This one sticks because it's got this weird balance of aggression and melody. Like, I found myself humming it while doing boring stuff like laundry or waiting for the bus. Not sure if that’s what Korsakow intended, but whatever works, right?
Now, let’s talk about repetition. Tracks like “Was Solls” and “Schlag Zu” appear twice on the album. At first, I thought it was some kind of mistake—or maybe my Spotify glitched out—but nope, it’s intentional. Honestly? Kinda genius. It gives the album this cyclical vibe, like life keeps throwing the same crap at you over and over again. Deep, huh? Or maybe they just ran out of ideas. Either way, it works.
Other standout moments include “Porno Mit Ton,” which sounds exactly how you’d expect from the title—raunchy, chaotic, and oddly fun. Meanwhile, “Ich singe innerlich” slows things down a bit, offering a breather before diving back into the chaos. It’s almost sweet? Like, who knew these dudes could pull off something so… vulnerable?
Overall, Porno mit Ton feels like a snapshot of mid-2010s Germany—a little rough around the edges but full of personality. Listening to it feels like hanging out with friends who don’t care about being cool—they just wanna have a good time and maybe cause a little trouble along the way.
Here’s the thing though: after spinning this album a few times, I realized something weird. Korsakow doesn’t really reinvent the wheel here. But honestly? They don’t need to. Sometimes, all you want is music that feels real—even if it’s imperfect. So yeah, grab a drink, turn up the volume, and enjoy the ride. Just don’t blame me if your neighbors start complaining.
