A Taste of Ecstasy and Chaos: Speaking Is A Gun’s Delicious Descent

Buckle up and pour yourself a tall glass of whatever makes your soul dance—Nothing Ever Tasted So Good by Speaking Is A Gun is a wild, throbbing ride through the delirium of love’s first high, and it absolutely slaps.

From the first drumbeat, there’s this dizzying energy—like stumbling into a party mid-peak, hearts pounding and bodies moving without permission. The rhythm section, powered by Max Prieß’s funky, sinuous bass and Damian Baran’s restless drums, keeps things teetering between chaos and groove. It’s a bit Red Hot Chili Peppers, a bit Stones, but soaked in its own flavor—spicy, sweaty, euphoric.

Lyrically, it’s obsession at its most poetic and unhinged. Frontman Florian Begenau spits lines like a man possessed—his voice full of swagger, urgency, and that delicious edge of madness. As he tastes everything from faith to hiding, the metaphor stretches into something almost psychedelic. The song becomes a fever dream of senses gone haywire.

And just when you think it’s reached its peak, in comes the guitar solo—a raw, searing scream that crashes into a backdrop of real-life party sounds. You hear laughter, shouts, whistles—it’s messy, loud, alive. Like love. Like lust. Like tasting something for the very first time and thinking: damn, how did I live before this?

This isn’t just a song. It’s a full-body experience. Play it loud. Taste it. Let it ruin you a little.