Welcome to the loudest beach party that never was! In “Sommer, Liebe, Kokain,” Callejon crash-lands into the shiny world of summer hits, palm-tree romance, and neon-lit excess. The band cranks the sarcasm up to eleven, shouting for a slice of the “commercial cake” while spitting it out in the same breath. Behind the catchy chant of “Sommer, Liebe, Kokain!” lies a punk-metal manifesto against sell-out culture: glossy TV channels, disposable pop idols, and the sugar-coated capitalism that tells us happiness comes gift-wrapped in bright colors.
Beneath the party lights, Callejon flips every inflatable flamingo and tips every champagne bottle, exposing the rot beneath the glitter. The repeated cries of “Verreckt in eurem Dreck!” and “Ich scheiß’ auf eure Welt!” reject fake bliss and celebrate raw authenticity. It is a rebellious anthem that urges listeners to keep their lungs clear, their minds sharp, and their hearts free from commercial pollution—because real life, unlike the summer hit machine, cannot be bought by the pound.