More fey indie pop, this time from Germany. True to the genre, the songs could dance on a feather but there are hints of hidden depths, especially in "Judy" that suggest that Thomas Weber might manage to drink beer and eat kebabs.
On the other hand, and maybe it is the whole English as a second language thing but, this album seems more than a bit humourless and rather dull. As you might expect from the preceding statement, every song is delivered with a matter of fact directness that complements the lyrical banality. That's my problem with this album. There is just no sense of excitement. You know how every song will start and how it will finish and you know with certainty that nothing will really happen and whilst I appreciate that this is part of this musical genre's non threatening cardigan appeal, it is hard to work up any kind of enthusiasm for it.
"How Sweet, How Kind…" is a decent enough example of the lighter end of the indie pop spectrum but after three plays I realised that I couldn't recall more than one of the songs. Not the kind of album that I will return to.
Available from the Series Two Records website.