phon°noir

CD version. A distant place, far up north, Canada, Alaska, or even further, far away from here. The earth: somewhere on its way around the sun, but we don't know where we are. We find ourselves in the snow. And the only thing we know is: summer always sees other places first.

Yet somewhere round here somebody is singing, and so do the guitars, while bellish notes are hit on a toy piano. Moving keys and strings while moving his vocals to the limits, always on the edge of whisper: Matthias Grübel. But here, in the very north of music they call him a different name, they whisper when they say it: phon°noir.