๐ฝ๐ง๐ช๐๐ „๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ง๐๐ค๐ช๐ง ๐ค๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐ง๐ค๐ ๐๐ฃ ๐๐๐๐ง๐ฉ๐๐“ [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.
๐๐ฐ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ ๐ด๐ข๐ช๐ฅ, ๐ช๐ตโ๐ด ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ข ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐บ. On his ๐ณ๐ถ๐ณ๐๐ต ๐ฎ๐น๐ฏ๐๐บ, 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. โAt most it has been the accomplice of human restlessnessโ (J. Conrad).
If you want, ๐๐ฟ๐๐ฐ๐ต can be your companion, ๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฏ๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ฟ๐ผ๐ธ๐ฒ๐ป ๐๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐๐ฒ๐ฑ (THOTBH) your new state of mind. Ramshackle but transcendent. Oscillating between the ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐๐ถ๐๐ถ๐๐ฒ ๐ฝ๐๐น๐๐ฒ๐ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ฒ๐น๐ฒ๐ฐ๐๐ฟ๐ผ๐ป๐ถ๐ฐ ๐บ๐๐๐ถ๐ฐ and ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ด๐ฎ๐ป-๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฒ๐๐๐ฟ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐บ๐ถ๐ป๐ถ๐บ๐ฎ๐น๐ถ๐๐บ, Bruch throws out comforting loops of sound just like fishing nets, that suck you into his stories unwaveringly. His ๐ฒ๐๐ผ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐ป๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ป๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐๐ผ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐น ๐๐๐๐น๐ฒ 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 (๐๐ข๐ญ๐ง๐ธ๐ข๐บ ๐๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ), rearing up in opulent resistance (๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ฆ๐ด๐ด), then again just hopelessly beautiful and achingly wistful (๐ ๐๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฑ / ๐๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ณ๐ญ๐ธ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ / ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ฑ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ช๐ด๐ต). Occasionally, Bruchโs laid-back observations can also end in a wild ride (๐๐ต๐ช๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฏ). By introducing ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ณ๐ถ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ, Bruch enters the harbour with full sails of self-reflexion โ and we realize, sometimes itโs all just about having to endure yourself. Orโฆ is it all about love (๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐จ ๐๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด)?
In the end, each and every of THOTBHโs 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 โSehnsuchtโ โ as it turns out to be the everlasting keyword!
๐๐๐๐๐ฝ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ก๐ก ๐๐ ๐ค๐ช๐ฉ ๐๐ฃ ๐ ๐๐ค๐ค๐ฅ๐๐ง๐๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ ๐ค๐ ๐พ๐ช๐ฉ ๐๐ช๐ง๐๐๐๐ + ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ค๐ง๐๐จ.