The heart on the tongue and the face in the wind: the indie pop from Leipzig is raw and world-hugging at the same time.
“His name was rarely – and very few – remembered”: Julius Forster shows early on what he and his band Hotel Rimini are all about. The people from Leipzig, who include rubble man Paul Pötsch, paint small pictures that never become too concrete, even though they zoom in very closely, use puns but avoid pun hell. These are embedded in music that defies terminology, that is sometimes trained in jazz or chanson, but still values the form of the pop song too much to seem mannered.
While songs like “Jubel Trubel Eiitkeit” are just under three minutes long and feature driving drums, they are reminiscent of post-punk, elsewhere, for example in “Swedish Curtains”, the violin cries salty tears. Element Of Crime and Rio Reiser are often thrown around as comparison parameters; That works, but requires a few footnotes. In Hotel Rimini, instrumental passages are always included in the picture, but the striking tone of Ton Steine Scherben is completely missing. Luckily, because you should put your own revolutionary ideas into these songs.