And now they’re back again playing according to their well known proletarian and existential roots. Anywhere – at a dog’s funeral or in gravel pits, in moldy cellars and hey, if you invite them to your garden shed, see what happens, they’ll be there. Moreover, there’s been tasty stuff cooking on the stove in their kitchen lately: We’re talking about their newest album «Holzerhurd» («Pile of chopped wood», we believe) which presents surprising new facets of Sein being Seen. But be that as it may, we leave it at that for the time being, Seen sein lassen.
Their line-up, personnel and instrumental, is nothing to sneeze at: Musu Meyer songs, vocals accordion, Pattu Jeggli mandolin, guitar, rhythm section, Fab Hofman bass, Claudia Schär flute, rhythm section, Barbara Karpf accordion, rhythm section, Michi Reimann piano and Dorothee Nörz rhythm section. Look, let’s be real, these guys need your undiscriminating and hothearted support. You wouldn’t want to be responsible for them sinking into the emotional and economical sinkhole of despair and disappear into the nether regions of the big city - where everything goes and innocence is the biggest casualty, would you now?
So mark your calendar, for all of the redemption for this grand existentialist and proletarian band is going to go down on our worldfamous planks on the last island left (where we’re racing towards our own 15th birthday). It’s really quite simple: To be is Sein. So sein here tonight.