Album Review: Happy End Dead by Messer Für Frau Müller
If you’re into raw, unfiltered rock with a punk and hardcore edge, Happy End Dead by Messer Für Frau Müller is one of those albums that grabs you by the throat and doesn’t let go. Released in 2001 across Russia and Ukraine on labels like Solnze Records and ХОР, this record feels like a chaotic love letter to rebellion, frustration, and maybe even a bit of dark humor. With tracks like “Дискодэнс” (Disco Dance) and “Сука Каждый День” (Bitch Every Day), it’s hard not to get sucked into its wild energy.
Let’s talk about “Дискодэнс” first—it’s an absolute standout. The song starts off with this weirdly catchy guitar riff from Олег Гитаркин that somehow blends punk aggression with something almost danceable. Then Тима Земляникин’s vocals kick in, full of snarl and attitude, making it feel like he’s shouting right at you. It’s messy, loud, and kinda brilliant. What sticks with me most is how the track flips between chaos and melody without ever losing its grip. You can tell these guys weren’t trying to sound polished—they were just going for broke, and it works.
Another track worth mentioning is “Сука Каждый День.” This one hits different because it’s so relentless. Алексей Микшер’s drumming here is insane—fast, furious, and perfectly matched with Илья Кузик’s thumping basslines. Lyrically, it’s as straightforward as they come, but there’s something oddly cathartic about screaming along to lines that capture everyday anger. It’s the kind of song that makes you want to punch the air or break stuff, depending on your mood.
What really ties the whole album together is its unpredictability. One moment you’ve got “Диснейленд В Огне” (Disneyland On Fire), which sounds exactly as chaotic as the title suggests, and then outta nowhere comes “Dead Baby,” throwing you completely off balance. And honestly? That’s what makes Happy End Dead so memorable—it refuses to play it safe.
Looking back, this album feels like a snapshot of early 2000s underground rock in Eastern Europe. It’s rough around the edges, sure, but that’s part of its charm. Listening to it now, I can’t help but think: if this band had blown up globally, would we still appreciate their no-holds-barred approach? Or would fame have smoothed out all the grit? Either way, Happy End Dead remains a hidden gem for anyone who digs music that bites back.
Final thought? If you listen to this album while eating borscht, it’ll probably taste better. Don’t ask why—it just will.
