Hoffmann with chapel ...

... And a bag full of broken hearts. For this, the views of Berlin, no one had so sharpened as the young-rebellious Hoffmann, whose era of the singing "wheel brother" with this album finally came to an end. What followed was not so, as the predecessor. Whether better or worse I leave to the taste of the listener. All I can say for myself that I am my steps from 2000 remote from Hoffmann. But when I'm in the mood, and that comes quite often before, I befördere his old discs into the player and realize again and again the brilliant songwriter who could transform what his eyes looked so incredibly moving in voice and sounds. Hoffman and Berlin, which is a love story that was at least as emotional as Romeo and Juliet and is. I know Klaus Hoffmann not personally, but I know Berlin fairly. The city has a thousand faces. Hoffmann knows them all. And not only that. He tells the stories of the city in a distinctive style ...

The titular -Hoffmann Berlin- is frivolous, funny, fail and original. A superb opener. -The Thickness boy- underlines Hoffmann sense of moving texts. In danceable bossa nova sound -Daran sounds will Built--. Also -The days of duck could directly come from a Berlin Tanzsall thirties. Perhaps one of the most beautiful love songs from the pen of Hoffmann is -Sie-. Somehow hit, but somehow "berlinerisch horny" is staircases ruff, DOWN stairs. Pretty weird, and as Tango is -My dog ​​is gay and. Tragically beautiful, with brilliant orchestral support spreads -But morning from half a lifetime before the handset. Berlin, as it is, that is -Schisslaweng-. It is impossible to sit still. At the end of Hoffmann has found my personal highlight of the album ready. If there is such a thing as a love letter to a city, then it is a here. -City Without registered shares I can do even today hardly without handkerchief. When words and music come together in such a way to magic spreads out in space ...

What can I be a sentimental drip. For Hoffmann it works always. Every song is a piece of their own past. Stored in the hard disk space of good memories. Even though I no longer mitfiebere today with Hoffmann's music, the period of time can take a nobody. And the wonderful shots, like this on Hoffmann Berlin, anyway ...