He’s been called «a master of the poetry of the incidental» and the themes of his art are as mundane as the tribulations in the life of Mr. and Mrs. Everybody, you included. It’s because his insights through his lyrics sketch the emotional states created by the sensitive psychological aspects of love relationships we’ve all experienced. Trummer lays them bare with the unflinching honesty of a skinning knife and creates a truth more insightful than cheerful fabrications. Those are his love songs and his love for songs. «Mini Liebi zu dir versteckt sich vo de Wort, vo de Naeme u Gruend, amne sichre Ort (My love for you is hiding from words, from designations and reasons, in a safe place)». Hoping it works out for him in the long run.
And for musical purists, here’s your purist. Yes, if you must, the labels for this off-beat and talented artist could be experimental folk and Mundart pop. But his musical translations are genre bending in his own way: No folk guitar, no traditional use of a band, lots of room and flexibility for ideas and plenty of synth apps, mostly of the extraterrestrial kind. Classical guitar and samples have their place in his world of orchestral arrangements plus an amalgam of sfx’s, intricate textures and off-beat beats. And: Ok computer, you were out. Aiding Trummer in his quest for Labor1 authenticity and purity (or a bio-electric sound if you will), were sound magician and bass player Rob Aeberhard, Mike Keusen on keys with his own brand of minimalism and drummer Samuel Baur with varied, indiscernible extensions to his kit. And their voices.
Trummer’s Labor1. Live tonight at El Lokal. Amne sichere Ort.