A self-proclaimed Saint, Sankt Otten's main composer Stephan Otten leads us through his fields of music as if they are symphonic pastures, but trodden to the extreme extent.

This album is absolutely dreadful nonsensical new age drivel of such monumental tedium that it becomes reassuring to know that Germans too can produce something terribly useless. Don't ever use this as muzak down your supermarket. It may even contaminate your deep-frozen porc chops.



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