The Wager of St Pauli By Brian B. Now they go staking and stalking the rhythm of sound, making echoes in the hollows of time, organik, gothic, ganz verloren, the incessant, obsessive, insistent rhythm , gripping for air, music looking for another way, the narrowest path, the fingers of string seeking freedom, a flight from disappointment in pursuit of light , hear it! it's the lurking wager in the background, saintly Resistenz rising, forces of hope to conquer the cruellest cut, the loss of a promise once made, hear St Pauli, hear the music, slipping and stalking through the sound hissed circles to the straights of Redemption on the other side...