LEONARD MYNX'S FIRST GERMAN REVIEW FOR VESPER!

Unfortunately, my German is not so good, but FREETRANSLATION DOT COM's is. From dasklienicum.blogspot.com:

"i what born in a ghost town" the first words are begins is dig removed, with which leonard mynx' album "vesper". the homeland a large subject of the young man. a half mile of mark twains, grew meet die carried mynx to. there, where the sirens of an old prison the rhythm the certain. in a city, that that the American großindustrie just as, piped succumbed live like it the mächten of that. who here wanted, needed pulled more than a generosity. mynx it out. that, what performed twain once in the spirit, learned mynx at the own body: it hiked through, transit the country, took would hesitate, navigate, cars and the own would grasp to the aid in order to be even discoverer and the world behind that appraised twains and that wall up to perceive its home town.

on his travel wrote themselves mynx songs and accustomed soon a style to, that the tradition of American songwriter stands: as he would sit its listeners, its public directly vis-à-vis, communicates he, sings and live is fitting lived sounds permits told of that out there. that that not boringly becomes, that one listens enduring gladly to it, for that a thick. trashily, but who it sometimes to it, many angestaubtem rascals to frönen, that know becomes how restful it can be, to come out of the trace, in order to listen someone, that to transmit not only interesting, but rather it also on a varied to do.

although minimally variable wise knows got became would take place celebrate was able to be arrive itself. aid to this mynx with no one other as Adam selzer, that already by means of norfolk and western and m. ward somehow it both inclusive various mitmusiker, a flat, but extremely colored klangteppich to klöppeln, on which mynx excludes would agree itself', when räkele it itself in the coziest flausch. at the same time It is carried accompanied thriftily of the accordion, of an escaping violin or roughly supported will sound by a feverish guitar. all.

then here to its time not gedoppelt, on each other gestapelt or artificially reinforced. erdig it, after nachbarschaftshilfe, after supper on the porch, in the fresh wind, wind, that tousles the hair, courage makes, that fresh lining passes to the longing. "And of i opend up my arm in the wind." where one beieiander sits, and that suddenly someone begins to sing, no strangely finds. in the opposite falls gradually each on, brittly first of all, with verve later. where such albums such as "vesper" pull, one does not know must wound knock himself first. also it. the decision whether they lose at the same time or prepare however patina, falls knows me. who, knows, enthuse would tend say get strive that I to that. yet here I with all caution to hear that we a small meisterwerk. ingratiating song, timidly, without audible, without obtrusiveness, without a trace of missionary spirit. melody, the reverberations, the delicate arrangements Emphasizing in the right moment.

MY FAVORITE SENTENCE: "a flat, but extremely colored klangteppich to klöppeln, on which mynx excludes would agree itself', when räkele it itself in the coziest flausch. at the same time It is carried accompanied thriftily of the accordion, of an escaping violin or roughly supported will sound by a feverish guitar."