Halbwahr - E.T. unter Palmen

Halbwahr from Berlin knows what's true. At least when it comes from the heart. Because after all, it has to know, right? Or? The melancholy that comes with experiencing the opposite not only brings a painful light on things, but also a musical sound pearl of touching quality. Gray in all its tones.

At the center of Halbwahr is Michael Smosarski from Berlin. He recorded most of Halbwahr's debut solo - supported here and there by friends from the numerous music projects he's been playing in since he was 16 and with whom he's been touring the small stages of the Republic since his teenage days. Two-part vocals that bow to heroes like the Pixies, embedded in indie rock and intimate folk, he brings his music to new splendor.

“Erzähl einem Toten worauf sich die Lebenden freuen….”

Sounds magical, it is. Because I believe that Smosarski was enchanted. Growing up at a school boarding house, in the janitor's wing of a castle that had a medieval fortress across the street, when the railings and walls lay abandoned, he would roam the empty, old rooms alone for hours.

"I remember there was a piano in the dining room," Smorsarski. "When you played it, the notes boomed endlessly in the huge room, it went through your spine." The piano has given way to the guitar, but the music still goes through your spine.

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