"To the world you're just anyone, but for someone you are the world" it oozes from the speakers, and I think only: Geez, the spell I have yet heard as a teen. And right in front of originality not exactly bursting Oerdings work. Here still rhymes luck on back, heart still pain, and generally here often times will gladly seized deep into the kitsch box. But what is even more fascinating: After the first slight irritation that did not disturb the hook. Because you do not always find great new words for stories and wisdoms that there was always for people and will be. Oerding sings with so much honesty and ardor the everyday things in life that you can not help, as to love him for all his depth, but also for occasional kitsch. His voice is a sensation, and the music do the album to amaze. And it can be seen at Oerdings of choice very clear that occasional phrases can come across much more sympathetic than the rough-heaviness, the quasi is otherwise an occupational disease of songwriters. Since one can only say this: Please continue like this, because the album leaves you wanting more!
