I wouldn’t ask even Chris Bohn to subject himself to Der Durstige Mann (Wasted Vinyl), fellow champion of disease though I take him to be. Beyond Abwärts (‚The West Is Lonely‘), beyond Vomit Visions (‚Punks Are The Old Farts Of Today‘) this dirty screech is ugly to the max but still worthy to accompany such meisterwerks of Europunk as Warum Joe as a banner at the Boycotting of the Day Of Judgement.
Six semi-songs exposesd like wounds, whacket out on hi-distorted gitarren as sheer and blurred as East Bay Ray’s production of Social Unrest but about a tenth as competent. ‚Der Durstige Mann‘ is a filthy sound far removed from our own punk rock, which is extremely conservative, hedged behind allotments of slogans, etc. ‚Liebe‘ sounds like some terrible youth club band trying to play ‚Around And Around‘ on acid, while ‚Ein Bier‘ is a sort of shreeded ‚White Riot‘.
I don’t think the thirsty men even got as far as a garage with this one, it sounds as if it was recorded in a garbage-drum. Two of them are skins, slouching outside public lavs, the other two wallies linger in front of boutiques in grotesque young-mens-wear modelling poses. I guess this makes them kind of Cheap Trick of Frankfurt punk. M. Monoton (sing) and E. Hysteric (guitar) say: „Ich pfeif auf London and LA,“ and they are right.
Barney Hoskyns, NME, January 8, 1983