The Berlin Maximilian Hecker, whose debut album "Infinite Love Songs" has been published on the resident Kitty-Yo label, celebrates the great melancholy:, lined up twelve songs like little beads to a dreary chain, give one of the saddest and most melancholy CDs of modern Indie -Pop. Although Hecker models for Hamburg School were not heard such an impact on "Infinite Love Songs" out, one is reminded of the saddest moments of the men Travis and Coldplay, and Lord Ashcroft. Produced the debut single handedly, all our instruments of Hecker himself were recorded, which is why one should not expect any epic solo performances, and, indeed, no sophisticated production, but a small fine album, with songs that go toasty shuddering at the substance as it hurts a very pleasant way. We hear guitars, warm organ and piano sounds that provide the necessary density, of course, bass and drums, and Hecker pathetically fragile, mostly recognized in the falsetto capable voice. Taken together, results from this combination a flawless pop piece after another, begun with "Polyester" and his divine chorus ("I am lying under tons of porcine snow"), the following "Sunburnt Days" and the "Green Nights" ("feel my heart is breaking, think i lose my head, singing all the love songs, never go to bed "). Deep back you fall for this kick-off in" The days are long and filled with pain "and wallowing deeper into the blanket, while it is drizzling outside. "Infinite Love Songs" is the perfect companion for dreary Saturday afternoons when you'd rather not get up. If it's out there gray and wet this warm sounds coming just as summoned, even though it is sometimes a bit too pathetic coming over (eg, " i do not know why I can not cry, I do not know why I can not feel like them "from" like them ") Nevertheless. A song like the" Infinite Love Song "itself, in which the instruments just play together so harmoniously and Hecker all wrapped in his voice with a silk veil, you will be supplied only on this CD. Wonderful little pop songs namely, the blue hour or any romantic evenings with the spouse or the resulting frustration when they no longer take place. In short: A surprisingly beautiful album from the capital.
