“War against France! War against Great Britain, war against Russia! War against Germany! War on the world!”

After the cheering of millions long since dead, five faceless men wander back into the human mills of the battlefields to report on the death and destruction of the unheard.

It stinks of saltpetre, ammonia, decay and despair when the listener is gripped by Kanonenfieber and the lost stories of the blood fields are recited in dirty Blackened Death.

“When the cheering of the dumb masses rings out and the second horseman wields his scythe, there will be no splendor, no glory, no victory. Only the madness of defeat remains.”

Founded in Bamberg and made of steel and lead, Kanonenfieber conquers the live-stages of this world.

With a unique concept, far removed from the glorification of war and industrialized dying, the band goes into the archives for the songs and into long-forgotten correspondence between warriors and homeland in order to give back a face to the nameless horror.

Each song has been lyrically based on real stories and given a personal touch to bring the madness to life.

The focus is on individual fates from the personal environment of the band and is much more than a processing of the horror, the stories are representative of millions of victims in the cold trenches, deep water and high air of the countless skirmishes.

“When the beast goes about, it will know no right and wrong, no God and country, only merciless rage and destruction.“