On their new album "Speisekammer des Weltendes", Erregung Öffentlicher Erregung shed light on human existence in post-capitalism and repeatedly capture it in culinary metaphors. Among other things, the question arises between the pieces: How do enjoyment and leisure take shape in the face of the impending apocalypse? This field of tension is also reflected musically, with pieces that celebrate demolition and others that lament decay. Erregung Öffentlicher Erregung present this on "Speisekammer des Weltendes" - as on its predecessor - in a very varied way, but even better cooked to the point. Where there's punk, it's even louder, where there's cabbage, it's even more matted. The album was produced by Olaf Opal, who contrasted these facets even more strongly.

Berlin author Sven Pfizenmaier, a friend of the band who has also directed an EÖE music video, wrote the album:

"We dance our inability at the Jenga table, not a single stone can be pulled out without everything collapsing - is that a crime or do we simply no longer trust each other? In the pantry of the end of the world, it's impossible to say for sure. We have fun, that's true, after all we have everything we need: we have museums and a petting zoo, we have lots and lots of fries. But tell me, why do I suddenly dislike you if you won't let me lick you? We liked each other just a moment ago. How nice it would be to be affectionate, but there is something threatening in every everyday action, what was just simmering so wonderfully fragrant is now boiling over, and before we know it, summer is over and we can't help but think of times when everything was somehow more peaceful. But we can't dwell on nostalgia, we can't get out of our skin: snakes lie, flies annoy, rabbits fuck, and we, we have to move on, because we are longing.

The pantry of the end of the world is the most advanced sound of Erregung Öffentlicher Erregung.
In all clarity, the drums sometimes beat on electric guitars in the darkness, sometimes they play around dreamy keyboards, while the vocals reflect everything that makes the world so beautiful and terrible - the ambiguity in interpersonal relationships, the frustration with a dusty society that can far too often only be endured with biting humor.Again and again, clear images emerge from the texts, in whose contrasts lies the eternal riddle of coping with existence.At the end of the day, the only sensible thing to do is to hold up your own CV and say: "Look how shit it looks.What's going to happen, we've got ourselves."