Poetry and silence in its purest form

I can understand the controversial discussion about this album understand very well: As with "of this world" penetrates the textual and aural Relatives to the previous productions from every pore, and who would be happy once again surprised, who hoped that Hoffmann for can sometimes come up with its loyal fans "something new", here will find no satisfaction. Perhaps Klaus Hoffmann has here actually the endpoint -and in my opinion reaches the Höhepunkt- his lyrical orchestral phase: even finer, more sensitive, more silence it is no longer well; with an impressive consistency and relaxation he has outdone themselves here my favorite album "Melancholia" of coherence and unity, to a (alibi ones) loosening by more upbeat, humor more pronounced title (I had due to their static arrest on Latin American idiom usually weitergezappt on previous albums) is here almost completely eliminated: Hoffmann comes here from all over with silent gestures - and reaches depths that I had not given him credit (after "of this world"). At first, the feeling of familiarity: sounds, words, images that you seem to have heard in advance that will make a curious but by their own sense no better abgehorcht by individual nuances, unexpected harmonic twists, melodies that are simple and straight could be ... And even though I constantly get to know new and interesting music / hear / buy, he has once again managed a particular degree to touch me - and to seduce me to further and to hear again and again, until even this Album has arisen over the special feeling of connectedness that I know of his relationship with former Hoffmann-albums: If one is able to engage with the rest of "Spirit", can in detail machen.- exhilarating experience, but: I do not think that there is still further room are images this direction: Maybe Hoffmann should then actually a new path, dare a surprise, as Mr. van Veen, who produced among several piano stressed albums with a gypsy jazz trio or Mr. Ringer, who was looking for African cheerfulness. Experiments have not always succeed, but they prevent the fans at least asleep ...