So you take a few originals, which are already found on hundreds of other CDs, enriched with a few more or less botched new recordings from 2005 (most notably the bittersweet "Greetings to Sarah", actually from 1983 and still sooo beautiful, but as a remake unfortunately almost unbearable), plus a few more recent songs of the 2000s, confusion thrown everything wild and completely irrespective of the different styles - that is a snap shot, not only for Vicky Leandros itself must constitute an offense, but also to each of its longtime fans. The summit of the incomprehensible is the classic "I love life", here not as represented in the original from 1975, but in a duet with Andrea Berg deprived of its original characteristics and easy neuproduziert only on the cheap, I might almost say raped. For whom is this acoustic ordeal is actually meant? That's just as if Barbra Streisand record their "Woman In Love" as a duet with Stephanie of Monaco.
Best of Vicky Leandros? No, dear Polydor, for a true best-of compilation, the 'grandiose career can Vicky Leandros reminisce, here missing too many important titles, especially from the 70s and 80s. In addition, the admissions of old hits were apparently used by chance, without that ever was about to realize that there are admissions. Finally, that's on the CD from the Polydor Series "Schlagerjuwelen" and on the Reader's Digest / Koch Universal box "My friends are the dreams - The great successes" (both from 2009) happened. And so two, three on CD not previously available fan favorites like "Unlike the other", "I know that love lives", "It was a Sunday" or "twice seven years," would this new song collection also not harmed, but rather beat faster countless collectors' hearts. But that's just too much to ask.
If you look after listening to this kompilatorischen tragedy now even the "Booklet" shall look - a thin, empty free Faltblättchen with countless errors (wrong dates and, of course, the now legendary "Mr. Andonis", which is over and over again for Adonis) -, you have the sad certainty that even in one of the oldest German record companies that once set standards in terms of repertoire care of her greatest artist, nothing is as it once was. But maybe no man works in the house Polydor more and the double CD was made by a computer? Or it was a trainee who had the name of Vicky Leandros never heard? Then that would be a statement that is indeed bitter, but still evident to.