With all due anyway in no case

"Now the television Fritze makes even music." This lead story this press release, Beckmann's management tried the face of this obvious reflex thought to undertake the bull by the horns and all prejudices to take the wind out of the sails. Clever. Alone, it helps in the end nothing. Because if you can circumnavigate even the pre-judgment, the judgment or - less waste - the assessment is no way.

And the fall does not look good. Because "With all anyway maybe" is a terrible album.

The plant has many weaknesses that make it sink into the lowest mediocrity: the compositions are lame, the melodies not stay in the ear, the frugal jazz arrangements are mostly unimaginative and soporific. Really bad then but Beckmann's self-written texts, the final draw the whole fun-free concoction into the abyss.

Beckmann would be kind of funny and at the same time critical, thereby unclamped and infinitely human - so similar to his television appearances. So he does the same in the opener "The best" the great life crisis besides utility of therapist: Ayurveda, Yoga, El Salvador. This is intolerable cliche and sounds like something from the late '90s, and I might also locates the onset of midlife crisis of Beckmann. Today the theme is pretty "by" and been served a thousand times smarter, Beckmann versa every joke from the number and even comes to foreseeable realization that his therapist was crazy.

But it gets even worse, because we must partake of Beckmann's recollections concerning the ladies. Here we shall Beckmann hand on his shoulder and pulls the other one left lying Schlüpper from his pocket: ". Because, look" So he drags us through his sticky-steamy youthful experiences. After the alcohol driving through Bremen ("You my beetles have threw up, the police geglotzt in your neck") and the visit to meat shop assistant Charlotte ("What is a ham next to your décolleté, if I see you dig deeply afflicted in meats") needs you take a break or a drink.

Unfortunately, there is no better for Track 3 and it also come hardly new facets. And if they do, as in the more serious "Be my smile", remains always pretty stale and superficial. You will not escape the impression, Beckmann can only pseudo intellectually or slippery and he can not do both well, unfortunately. Here further going into details, adds to the overall impression because nothing more added.

Neither the music nor the lyrics, this album even a single ray of hope. Who wants to hear that, who needs that?