#Konzert

He’s sung of the end of capitalism, buried his iPhone at the bend of the river, and sought absolute happiness. He’s cast words into sounds and keeps circling around the present, breathing, imploring, cantillating.

On eight albums so far, PeterLicht has tried to find words and sounds to describe our present times – our hovering between growth and exhaustion, between criticism of the political system and bargain hunting.

And now reality is catching up with him: “…yeah, I mean the more I think about it, the more it seems that I’m having a bad time. And it seems that the world around me is having a bad time too. It suffers from a disease called depression or exhaustion, or climate crisis or racism, or nationalism, or even concrete walls.”

Melancholy is no longer a personal matter, it’s the general condition of the world. The prophet is delivering a dead-on cultural diagnosis. On BETON UND IBUPROFEN he’s fondly reaching out to show us the way through our new reality: “If you feel sick, take your drugs; when the demons are at your doorstep, everyone who is a human being will be your friend.”

BETON UND IBUPROFEN is an album for catastrophic times, saving the world with a few songs. Saving himself, and us, too. Because PeterLicht is singing for us. About the disasters which are our life. And his singing is transporting, because it makes us levitate.