Bruch THOTBH Album Release

๐˜ฝ๐™ง๐™ช๐™˜๐™ "๐™๐™๐™š ๐™ƒ๐™–๐™ง๐™—๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™ค๐™› ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐˜ฝ๐™ง๐™ค๐™ ๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™ƒ๐™š๐™–๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™š๐™™" [out on June, 6th]

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๐˜ฝ๐™ง๐™ช๐™˜๐™ „๐™๐™๐™š ๐™ƒ๐™–๐™ง๐™—๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™ค๐™› ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐˜ฝ๐™ง๐™ค๐™ ๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™ƒ๐™š๐™–๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™š๐™™“ [out on June, 6th]
In times when arbitrariness, absolutist madness and the pressure to reject each other are boiled up into some kind of new normality, it sometimes feels as if you are doomed to drown in your sea of sorrows. Until you manage to resist the maelstrom, once again. To focus on the good and the beautiful, and to nurture it stout-heartedly.
๐˜•๐˜ฐ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฅ, ๐˜ช๐˜ตโ€™๐˜ด ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜บ. On his ๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—ณ๐˜๐—ต ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ฏ๐˜‚๐—บ, Bruch seems to draw an analogy between the sea and life with his choice of title. The sea itself has never been friendly to humans. Although potentially beautiful, above all it is a harsh force and not a benevolent being. โ€žAt most it has been the accomplice of human restlessnessโ€œ (J. Conrad).
If you want, ๐—•๐—ฟ๐˜‚๐—ฐ๐—ต can be your companion, ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—›๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—•๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—›๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฑ (THOTBH) your new state of mind. Ramshackle but transcendent. Oscillating between the ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ถ๐˜๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ฝ๐˜‚๐—น๐˜€๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ฐ ๐—บ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ฐ and ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ด๐—ฎ๐—ป-๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—บ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ถ๐˜€๐—บ, Bruch throws out comforting loops of sound just like fishing nets, that suck you into his stories unwaveringly. His ๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ผ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ฎ๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐˜ƒ๐—ผ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—น ๐˜€๐˜๐˜†๐—น๐—ฒ adds to Bruch’s depth, soul and sincerity. Drifting and driven amidst uplifting gloom. At times, solemnly striding against foggy and dogmatic black-and-white-thinking (๐˜๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ง๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ), rearing up in opulent resistance (๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜”๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด), then again just hopelessly beautiful and achingly wistful (๐˜ˆ ๐˜‹๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ / ๐˜‹๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ / ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜–๐˜ฑ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต). Occasionally, Bruchโ€™s laid-back observations can also end in a wild ride (๐˜š๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ). By introducing ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜Š๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ, Bruch enters the harbour with full sails of self-reflexion โ€“ and we realize, sometimes itโ€™s all just about having to endure yourself. Orโ€ฆ is it all about love (๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜“๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด)?
In the end, each and every of THOTBHโ€™s songs turns out to have a cathartic quality. Bruch’s THOTBH might not be a safe space, but it accepts us as we are. With our doubts, our own frailties and our shortcomings. No need for embarrassment within the fragile. No need for shame and fear in expression. No need to shy away from creating something beautiful. You better learn to spell โ€žSehnsuchtโ€œ โ€“ as it turns out to be the everlasting keyword!
๐™๐™ƒ๐™Š๐™๐˜ฝ๐™ƒ ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™ก๐™ก ๐™—๐™š ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ฉ ๐™ž๐™ฃ ๐™– ๐™˜๐™ค๐™ค๐™ฅ๐™š๐™ง๐™–๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ค๐™ฃ ๐™ค๐™› ๐˜พ๐™ช๐™ฉ ๐™Ž๐™ช๐™ง๐™›๐™–๐™˜๐™š + ๐™๐™๐™Š๐™Ž๐™ ๐™๐™š๐™˜๐™ค๐™ง๐™™๐™จ.