One must again wonder about Mr. Kunze: His normal publications just as Heinz Rudolf Kunze sound for years always interchangeable and shy away from the proximity to hit with each time less. But in HRK puts you know, more than one person. When the robbers in Heinzelmann comes out, you are not safe from surprises! And so it could happen that the third album with civilian clothes has become a bulging treasure chest: Heinz in top form, full of exuberant creativity. Focus is undoubtedly his best release in a long time, a musical Wonderbox, orchestrated wonderfully loose and without sensationalism, with many wonderful melodies and lyrics that a damp Kericht the reality shave himself, but much rather traumwandlerisch gravity twist off the juice. In Kunzes world everything is possible: My dearest Lover was a free range chicken he sings amid the conspiratorial tones of liars, in Samarkand, he takes us into a nightmarish scenario in Uzbekistan and wakes (especially at the end) through unaffected guitar pattern reminiscent of the first steps of Creedence Clearwater Revival and in 30 percent it represents (wummernd undermined) final argument in the pillory. To new heights his talent as a master radiant ballads comes: standing by the sea, bread made of gold, Tu can only what you can not, or the magnificent Nothing but unanswered questions never Kunze was better! He has apparently just so set with civilian clothes in the world, a cornucopia grandiose ideas you really do not know where to listen to this wonder Album 23 songs. A definitive answer to HRK does not exist. How many songs you have to still write that nothing as open questions ?: Fortunately quite a lot more, Heinz, very, very many more!
