Direct my first contact with Heinz Rudolf Kunze was a romance. This song they played namely on NDR 2 shortly after his triumph in Würzburg. At that time I was tender 17 years old. His schonungs- and uninhibited representation of isolation of modern man has the same swept me at first listen. A short time later a school friend played me before this album. A revelation! "Ground floor" with the Russian roulette between God and the Devil is still quite symbolist. But already the following "For nothing at all", he is there, the incorruptible and nothing euphemistic view of the miserable life lies around us. The same theme treated "Traumtänzer", but this time on a single case study. "With my empty glass" portrays the Überflüssigket the host of his own party. "Balcony Breakfast" shows the failed attempt should conjure up something like idyll in a high-rise apartment. "Romance" I've already briefly discussed. Then come to the conclusion nor the two confessional pieces "I still have not my accustomed" and "inventory". Both tell of the almost necessary neuroses that need to have a normal Germans attacked in the face of real-world social oddities early 80s. The debut impresses above all with the lyrics. Every word is right, every metaphor opens up new horizons of thought, every pun shows the swaying floor of our language on. Nothing is sure - everything is wrong on most ridiculous! However, a laughter is a daily fact of dissecting Kunzes Sprachkunst often stuck in the throat. Here holds a gifted poet of his age in the mirror. And exposes more than a delusion.
