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Not matter what music style once an artist processes his personal emotions in his music, you realize that. MisterME from Berlin falls not only externally on. He has no hair by a disorder that affects naked. This title also carries its new EP Musically somewhere between singer-songwriters, hip hop and Acoustic Pop.

At just 2,379 Facebook Likes (no, now there are 2,380 - I like the fact now) seems MisterME be almost like a Berlin phenomenon. But: Each melody, each rapped line, everything about this small masterpiece screaming for tip before the dawn of the mega-breakthrough. For where certain gunslingers produce pink-acoustic nostalgic sugar bombs in the chord, MisterMEs emotions look real. A sentence like for you I'm lost for metaphors that do not exist yet is only a small example of the verbal images of life that arise in front of your inner eye of the listener.

The EP comes with a lot of drive and therefore stimulates a superior eloquence head on. Time elated joyful, but also without fear of magical melancholy. And this produces still really cool.