Ludwig Hirsch was how to now unfortunately have to say after his tragic suicide, a singer-songwriter. Well, artists who are counting on this genre, there are many. All have in common that they are more or less fail the industrial commercialism in order, with many quiet songs, which are incompatible with the mainstream, to transport complex texts that force to listen, make often thoughtful, sometimes also have a penchant for comedy but certainly a are certainly not suitable: to serve as background music that can be mitkonsumiert complacent on the wing. Under those same songwriters occupied Hirsch always an exception (not to mention outsiders) position. In almost entirely melancholic musical garb he told, often in chanting, stories that deeply went under the skin and go, broach often seemingly innocuous figures of the caliber of "Mr. Haslinger" which draws a sympathetic-quirky nerd - the supposedly village idyll, the friendly old then with only a single line to unmask a raging wolf in sheep's clothing. So there are at all Ludwig Hirsch issues (in particular but their brilliant implementation) that assign him among the songwriters of yesterday and today a special position. Just think of "I lie on the back", which tells of a buried alive, quiet, melancholic and behavior creepy, especially but extremely touching. Perhaps there are even those two words that best characterize the oeuvre of Austria. It is that incomparable, some morbid atmosphere that create his pieces, the twists and turns; it is his melancholy, his highly marked sensitivity that characterize his music and his lyrics and impress them their very distinctive individual stamp.
With Ludwig Hirsch a Large his guild has gone, who through his individuality leaves a nonfillable gap. This album brings together the best songs of his work; deep under the skin pieces that you can not hear every day, but never forget. Anyway: A worthy document, a timeless reminder of an equally sensitive as subtle artists makes affected its tragic fate.
So affected as his quiet, sometimes evil, sometimes ironic, melancholic, philistinism flagellating, in any case, always immensely touching songs that even grab when they unsettle.
