Fear is only a speck in the Moon

In 1981, fascinated us all an unusual, German-speaking piece of music: "The Gambler" by Achim Reichel. It was the overwhelming symbiosis of music and lyrics that made this song so unique. For the text was Jörg Fauser, an emerging and controversial young German author, for the music recorded Reichel responsible. Fauser had previously written texts for Reichel, but now the two had made a whole album together. After "Players", the first single, could expect no less than the highest.

Maybe that was the wrong attitude claim. To anticipate: Blues in Blond is not a bad album, but none of the 11 pieces is also sufficient only come close to the player. Why is that? Jörg Fauser, it has not located. The contributed by him texts are dense, atmospheric, enthralling - and they are recognizable written in the knowledge that they are lyrics. Who is afraid here poems with musical accompaniment could be recited, is wrong. Fauser has understood the genre of popular music and served it perfectly fits his lyrics in the rhythm of Reichel's compositions and arranges itself at times the requirements under the melody, in the knowledge that the unity of music and text is ultimately decisive.

No, Fauser has consistently delivered, just keep Reichels compositions and arrangements with not always. Correct weak remains the first half of the album: "I've dreamed about you" is average hit commodity that one has pimped a bit rocky, and the tired "Mama Town" you realize the listlessness in composing and singing already on. It lacks above all a consistent style element, a recognition feature that makes the album more than a collection of individual, more or more often just less successful songs. Reichel tried everything and chooses nothing, he covers everything from mystical sounds ("shadows on the wall") on native rock ("In a strange city") to Tralala-pop ("chain on foot"). Maybe that should provide its versatility demonstrated at the end but it's just too much and torn.

There remain highlights. For example, the title track, a straightforward rock at its finest, in which Reichel really sings from the body the soul: "Sometimes I think this life is ne journey through the snow". He continued: "The fear is just a speck in the moon, and only a fool Your pain." Also lyrically, this title is at the forefront. Ever Reichel is in rocky area best, also mentioned "in a foreign city" is one of the highlights. But he can do other things: funny is the "Apocalypso Ball" in which again fit together now the sarcastic lyrics, which takes care of the modern art and culture operating on the grain, and the playful composition terrific.

So to sum it can include some decent to good songs that make this album worth listening to an Opus. And in the end always left to us is it an old "player" ...