In a lonesome industrial waste land of the 'Ruhrpott' a garbage can, only driven by a moderate breeze, rolls across the dusty road... At the horizon through the heat haze you can see black suited guys getting bigger and bigger... Their red ties burn in your eyes. And they're coming closer! Far away you can hear a wafting fuzz guitar. And now they stand right before you! You can see yourself reflected in their sunglasses. Despite of perceived 50 degree they send shivers down your spine. The Landlords are back in town.