Der Fisch is the philosopher of the band. And he ist the only one with short hairs, although he did civil service (german substitute for military service where you ought to wear long hair). Der Fisch has been hanging around with the rest of the band on diverse blackmetal-festivals, and then at a wet and merry evening Truevil has founded in Vienna (you all know...). Why our Fisch (= fish) is called Der Fisch and not e.g. "Hubert" is our little secret. But in opposite to other fishes, he can produce very loud sounds and he's feeling as good within beer, as a fisch within water.
He's fascinated by light and colours and so he now has an instruction to become lamp-seller in the Grosso-center in Moosdorf. He also can't stand disorder or mess and so he's always responsible that our rehersal room is tidied up well, the ashtrayes are empty, no redwine on the carpets and that everyone puts off his shoes in winter and wears those tiny pantoffels he once bought with money from the bandkassa. The Fisch is a cozy wateranimal, and the only thing that gets him in panic is, if his stock of beer shrinked on Tuesday to about thirty bottles, and he'll have a car not till Friday to get new one.