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Music journalists are itching to dismantle him. The mullet phenomenon, Jule X, rose to prominence too fast, too suddenly. But anyone who tries to take him apart will find themselves at a loss. Beneath the flashy Ballermann-style polish lies unexpected depth. Sure, the lyrics are built for sing-alongs—but they’re not empty. There’s substance: layered references, deliberate metaphors, and biting critiques of society and capitalism, delivered with a wink and a punch. His beats, designed to spark both euphoria and mosh pit mayhem, are laced with samples paying homage to the best of trap and big-room house from the past decades. It’s a formula that just works—whether in bars, underground venues, or festivals. And without question, it will light up the Waldbühne.