With his songs, the actor dives the fashionable sadness of the capital hedonists in undeserved glamor.
Sometimes it is only a word like “birds” or “face” that falls out, sometimes it is a sloping tone, sometimes only a syllable that hangs in the room a moment. This hangs between the expectations and the breaking of the conventions, between no longer young, but also cannot be old with conviction, Paul Sies stages the vocal as you can expect from the actor he is.
The 30-year-old, ensemble member of the Potsdam Hans-Otto Theater, and his band from Berlin’s indie prominence from Max Schröder to Liv Solveig to Jörg Holdinghausen soak on his third album lush arrangements with pathos like Zuckersirup a good baklava. But still my beautiful neck never sinks in kitsch when sies of non -strange self -relevantness (“ass face with uppercut”), of sexual desires (the title track), the recessed celebration (“drinking”) or – together with Moritz Krämer – of bourgeois disillusioning (“Dreamed”) sings.
The idea that Paul Sies is pursuing has not been completely new since Tom Waits, but as he paints hip boredom and fashionably attached sadness of the capital hedonists in undeserved glamorous colors, you like to hear that.
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