...oh, ok, I can’t do one word reviews even if I try. So, anyway, Maximilian Hecker just imagine a guy whose been trapped for so long he’s forgotten what the real world is like. The only CDs he has are mellow piano-led Mercury Rev or a capella versions of Elliot Smith's best bits. The accompaniment to his shadowed lock-away world is the sound of water dripping and couples making love in the room above. This lasts for a few months, maybe a year. He then manages to make it out into the real world filled with sunshine, lollipops, purple flowers and rainbows. He decides to that writing songs is his way to find truth and ends up sounding very virginal and pretty. Breathless is the best way to describe this (both for him and for me).
Again, proof that you can't stereotype a whole nation - in this case the Germans - as either structural tight lipped businessmen or studded leather adorning orgy feast-ers. Erm, yes. Down with generalisations! Down with bigotry! Praise'd be the makers of swoon-worthy unlocked beauty with falsettos and faded around the edges guitar strums such as this.
Like I could have just said, YUM!
8Sean Adams's Score