Sebastian Krämer - Love Songs for Your Aunt

I think of your aunt, / don't remember when I burned so bright. / It's not my style, / but Hildegard …

Where Sebastian Krämer knows your aunt from is a fair question. And if he does know her, why he dedicates love songs to her specifically - perhaps an even better one. You don't have an aunt? Or she passed away recently? Well, that would at least explain the desperation that rings out from some of these pieces, the helplessness, the melancholy. Or the absurd humor that Krämer seems not to plan - it descends upon us like fate when we've stopped believing it possible.

These chansons don't want to "encourage", they have no slogans or even suggestions for building a better world. We're not dealing with purposeful criticism of the status quo here. But with an attempt to locate and release the pain the listener carefully packages, because it belongs to one of the few things that in the midst of his personal zombie apocalypse still shows him his own aliveness. The bizarre beauty of Krämer's verses and harmonies is in alliance with that pain. And with your aunt …