Reinhard's albums are his Chronicle, his diary entries, he writes in the booklet, "like the rings of a tree, on which can be read the weather and the seasons." It converts a lot of nostalgia paths in his new texts. In several verses will lovingly look back on long past. This reflection seems to be just right at this time of his life. I've laughed this time is not expected to, although the sharp DSDS social criticism in "Larissa's dream" me an impish "Just being there!" - Drew grin on his lips.
Finally, a big but: Musically sound the new songs like the purest Recycling earlier pieces: little striking melodies; hardly sound sequences, in which one can easily love. Earlier I liked about Reinhard Mey that me his songs acoustically gave a little after I already knew by heart the text. That's when the more recent works not often the case, but after more than 40 years and hundreds of songs, it is of course not easy to get even new compositional nuances off. Mey songs draw their power from the content anyway, and the mountain of ideas, the Reinhard Mey wants to work through in his life, is in his own words a steadily growing. The source of his writing is so unlikely to dry up despite all imaginable misfortunes, and that's a good thing.