The journey begins with a New Year's Eve in Berlin. Here and there flashed piano tones through the melancholy instrumentalization. Towards the end of the mood changes, the song picks up speed and leaves us in the driving "Gotcha".
Here after there are first a breather: "Who can decide". Finally now it appears that it understands Knyphausen wonderful texts to formulate. Accompanied by a lone acoustic guitar, he sings of the eternal search for the good fortune and meets the nerve of the listener ..
It follows the quasi sequel "The look in your eyes." A love song with a high feel-good factor.
"Fear of Flying" is blessed with many wonderful pictures on the phone and describes the pervasive insecurity. But Knyphausen they defeated in the end: "Instead of hair grow my wonderful nonsense out of your head." Simply great.
Then: "Mirror, Mirror", my personal highlight of the plate. Only accompanied by a restrained guitar a musical slap is distributed to all those who drown in self-pity here. Seasoned with a text as he could not be more honest and more accurate.
But there is hope: 'the future is born out of the dust of thy ruins, "he sings in the ever-towering" Congratulations ", the seventh track of the album.
The casual grooving 'Good News' whipped themselves in a thrilling finale. And once again it becomes clear: The man you just take off every word without hesitation.
Delicate caresses the "Kleine Ballade" the ear of the listener and at the same time conjures a smile on his face. There are pearls like this song that brings out the plate.
And still it says "do not give up just" as "summer" sounds. Rockig, euphoric and unfortunately far too quickly.
The elation sags, as the melancholy heard "Strange as through the night" from the speakers. Melancholy with style, of course.
Finally, the winking prompt: "waste your time". This charming acoustic number dismisses us Knyphausen from his thought.
What remains in the end? Gisbert zu Knyphausens music is first and foremost marked by melancholy. But always glimmers hope from beneath this shell. Defeat as an opportunity. Coupled with charmingly authentic texts to kneel down there is an album that powerful flaying impression.
"I sing my songs, [...] they are my way to bow me for life."
Please do not stop!
