Think Less Ordinary

There are really not many as Niels Frevert. Someone who arranges the words advisedly and composed, and yet can seem so at the end, as if they had secretly stolen in an unguarded moment out of his head, as if the strange rough sets, shy structures equal, not for us outside thought. It is a strange notion that (also) can operate a good pop song only in rhymed form Frevert is certainly not a supporter of this ungainly thesis. He forces nothing to Verskorsett, proposes his thoughts not with the mallet in fit he lets them speak for themselves, even hovering at best. One can hardly describe, but many things that you thought he knew, he is a new emphasis, another slip of the tongue on the way and you sound different, at once the stories are those where you like to listen again.

Songs so the miracle when one adds to the other (suddenly I want to someday be times old, That with the Happiness is relative), by contacting, oppressive call Friend of psychiatry (Swear), the mischievous smiling contemplation of dead drunk hometown Hamburg, that must endure a Kirchentag (UFO), a song that does not come with a the usual sarcasm, but sometimes like a corner would be thought. Frevert remains, despite the unusual (and thus new) opulence of the pieces, a chamber musician and a silent magician of Sustainability, the one with the reverberation, will catch on the second beat.

Some one must then listen repeatedly to get behind the meaning that he knows well to hide, it forces one to hearken. The warped shells, for example of an accident and its consequences, Everything Must Go, a detoxification, sung with passion and sensuality of Rufus Wainwright and not least the turn billing, draw a line and sad capitulation, connected to the car hoping that at some point new may encounter. Frevert has said in an interview on his last and equally great album list on the ground: Life is too short to deliver a semi-good record, he is serious and has himself taken over many other things at his word that you get to hear otherwise, the paradise of fake things is an invitation to simultaneously hear and -Think, one which you like to meet. mapambulo: blog