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Album of the week:
Dagobert - "hunter"
At some point there has to be the big story about the gun fetish of the indie stars living in Berlin.
After the tribulation and Max Rieger, Dagobert now also has a man with a gun pose on the cover of his new album: himself.
One thinks.
On closer inspection, the gun is just a shotgun-shaped branch.
Dagobert remains the greatest rogue in German-language pop music.
But also perhaps your most passionate chansonnier.
»Jäger« is the name of his fourth publication since 2013, which fits the wildly romantic cover motif, but also suggests something personal, because Dagobert's real name is Lukas Jäger.
The singer and musician, who was born in Switzerland in 1982, released his preliminary masterpiece two years ago with “Welt ohne Zeit”. Now he has temporarily withdrawn from his adopted home of Berlin to the solitude of the mountains of his old homeland.
Andreas Borcholte's playlist
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Christian O. Bruch / laif
Dagobert: Hunter
Black Country, New Road: Track X
Squid & Martha Skye Murphy: Narrator
Goat Girl: Badibaba
Sophia Kennedy: Cat On My Tongue
The Notwist feat.
Angel Bat Dawid: Into The Ice Age
FKA Twigs, Headie One & Fred Again: Don't Judge Me
Arca feat.
Oliver Coates: Madre
InHibit: Shadows Of Fire
Rag'n'Bone Man: All You Ever Wanted
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»Jäger«, again produced by Konrad Betcher, is musically a bit more brittle than the sounding predecessor album, but the content goes deeper into the manic psyche of the troubadour Dagobert, who is obsessed with love, yes, the taler -Fetish Dagobert Ducks copied.
As if in the money store of emotions, this dandy protagonist was now sitting in a hut - and pondering some of the most fantastic and feverish songs of his career so far.
Ambiguity is always in play, about the same in the first two songs, "For the Love of Marie" and "Never Again Work", in which this alienated Dagobert stalker (hopefully) fictional affairs in his own rapture wallows: "Do nothing else than think of you / distract me from nothing or from anyone".
It soon becomes clear, however, that at least the second song shouldn't necessarily be about a person, but about the cell phone that is forever fascinated.
A lot is about infinity on this album, which is often cheerful, sometimes sinister, chugging along on electronic NDW sounds from the synth and the drum computer.
Then suddenly: gloomy hip-hop beats and a wistful Morricone ambience in the title song, which is about Jäger's family.
"Grandma is toooot, Grandpa is dead too / you drove ahead and we will follow," he sings in it, initially sobering, and then evoking the cohesion of even the most crazy mixed pokers in a touchingly sentimental way.
A darkly sparkling corona ode in gangsta style.
In the accompanying video clip, the hunting rifle is actually a real one.
Death lurks here again and again between the lofty fir trees ("In the forest"), but Dagobert's educational hero rebels against his own transience, the rotting in the undergrowth.
With philosophical verve he struggles for rebirth ("I want to do it again"), worries about whether he will find the "holy grail" again (love, of course) and finally goes like a suicidal Major Tom on a moon trip to "Aldebaran" : "Beauty is the engine, and the spaceship is the music in your ears."
The line between longing for death and transcendence is fluid in these sad, euphoric lockdown songs.
Even nonsense is always a possibility in them: In the crazy disco number "Miracle of Nature", Dagobert twitches and wriggles like Joachim Witt's "hostel father" in the straitjacket and delirious with sweet, little honeycombs - "oh baby, baby, ballaballa / Tschingelingeling- Schallala-Schubidubidu ".
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After the lovely beauty (of femininity, of love?) Is celebrated again in the most kitschy Munich-freedom melancholy and flippers-pop ("The girl from the beautiful world"), deeply relaxed fatalism prevails.
The solipsistic bard, completely exhausted and consumed by love service in the wild, dedicates a strengthening hymn to himself: "Nobody lives like you / Far away, all alone, without all your friends / Just for you," he sings in the am It ends with a piano ballad "For Dagobert", "You will only feel life with music".
Dreams are his reality,
Richard Sanderson whispers softly.
Oh
Sigh.
But now please come back to Berlin as soon as possible!
(8.2)
Listened briefly:
The Notwist - "Vertigo Days"
The modern Krautrock by The Notwist has always been perfect for long, melancholy passages in transit: Everything is far away from Weilheim, the home of the collective around the Acher brothers.
For "Vertigo Days" the musical radius has now been expanded globally, at least virtually, with guests such as Angel Bat Dawid and Juana Molina.
A smooth flow through this ice age.
(7.0)
Celeste - "Not Your Muse"
Anyone who is hailed as “The New Amy” by “Focus” means Winehouse, and must at least be the next best superstar.
After snappy hits like "Stop This Flame", the US-born British Celeste scores points on her debut with an overripe jazz voice and soulful soul songs.
Ultimately, however, everything sounds very classic and too dignified.
But rather the new Norah (Jones)?
(6.5)
Anna B Savage - "A Common Turn"
A debut album like an open wound from which wells a fascinating dark, classically trained falsetto, as if Ahnoni were singing sad things by Joni Mitchell: Anna B Savage, a singer from London, wrote the agony of a toxic relationship from her soul and formed it into magical, fragile noir ballads.
They are about pain therapy, but also about redeeming masturbation.
(7.5)
Goat Girl - "On All Fours"
Even if the music on the second album of this all-female band from London seems less furious and urgent than on their debut: Goat Girls rummage through the residual waste of western civilization on the banks of the Thames on all fours and have in their elaborate, post- apocalyptically irradiated punk disco has a lot to say - about climate change, capitalism and, uh, jazz in the supermarket.
(8.0)
