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“The band Solche prove with their acoustic instruments that the pleasure of spinning out complex lyrics and a danceable rock attitude do not have to exclude each other.
After nine albums, three books and over 600 concerts in Russia, Romania, the Czech Republic, Germany and Switzerland, their ‘philofolk’ has shown that it has lost none of its ability to give band and audience a wonderful evening together.
Solche are:
Mario Krohn: cajón
Michael Focken: bass
Holm Krieger: guitar, vocals”
“Distinctive, unconventional acoustic rock with frayed German lyrics. Say something — but make it hit hard!”
“Acoustic rock with frayed German lyrics and equally frayed stylistic ambitions. Say something — but make it hit hard. Solche can play quietly too, and all that, but these categories often get you only so far. Listen for yourself and learn!”
“Solche play guitar and percussion in an intimate setting. It sounds a little like a campfire, but they repeatedly prove live that writing off this musical lineup would be premature: what comes off that stage really rocks. If the revolution in our minds needs a soundtrack, here it is!”
“Music helps. You, me, him and her. Trying Solche helps too, especially with scattered complaints that keep getting worse and leave you hardly wanting to breathe. Solche are neither doctors nor medicine. Come on, listen, and leave if you do not like it. In the city, before the law, everyone is brother and sister, even if the reflections of the projectile blind you. Faster — you are the super horse.”
“Since the band's foundation in early 2004, Solche initially concentrated on a kind of independent rock with unconventional German lyrics. Then came the move away from the volume of a taking-off jet, and, following lineup changes, towards what needed to be done. What used to be a tank is now more like a cup of hemlock, taking effect where it should. Solche let loose live, yet their cerebral lyrics remain central. An imitation of criticism cannot replace criticism of imitations.”
“Can you stay serious at all? What do you want to say; which statement could you finish with a full stop? How far can you go without surrendering your little ironic back room? The world splinters into many pieces, and intellectual distance seems the only thing protecting you from madness. The spectator sits outside and knows what is going on? Perhaps — or perhaps not. A band called Solche.”
“Frayed lyrics, somehow like an evening's television stitched together by channel-hopping, but unlike television, they do not get cancelled when the ratings are wrong. Solche get straight down to business, and their business is suitably concerned with saying something. Full stop.”
