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Über Warhol Holidays
Hellmut Hattler ist der Bassist, der so klingt wie … Hattler. Und wie kein anderer Musiker. Hattler scannt nicht die Szene ab, um irgendwelchen Trends nachzuspüren. Immer ist er seiner eigenen, inneren Stimme gefolgt. Und diese Stimme hat der Bassist jetzt genauer erforscht. Hat Schicht um Schicht abgetragen, sich vorgearbeitet in sein Unterbewusstsein. Das gilt ganz konkret auch fürs Komponieren. Bislang standen meist die elektronischen Grooves am Anfang – entwickelt von seinen »Laborratten«, wie Hattler seine Kollegen aus der Programmierabteilung liebevoll nennt. Dann hat er Basslinien drübergelegt, Harmonien, Melodien und zum Schluss den Text.
Jetzt ist Hattler ganz anders vorgegangen. Bei den meisten neuen Songs stand am Anfang nicht die Elektronik, nicht die Technik, auch keine Fingerübungen am Bass. Am Anfang stand: Die reine Idee! Hellmut Hattler hat sich eine Zeit lang zurückgezogen, in sich hineingehorcht. Die Musik entstand nicht am Instrument, sondern zunächst mal im Kopf. Jedes musikalische Element hat er reifen lassen, bis eine bestimmte Stimmung erreicht war. Dann erst hat er die nächste Schicht, die nächste Linie entwickelt. »Das geht nur in der Abgeschiedenheit und mit viel Zeit«, sagt Hattler.
Das Album »Warhol Holidays« ist im Grunde auskomponierte Lebenserfahrung: Hattler hat verschüttete Erinnerungen, Empfindungen wieder freigelegt – Beglückendes, Schmerzhaftes, Sehnsüchtiges, Witziges. Auch in den Texten finden sich jede Menge biographischer Mitbringsel: Etwa im ironischen Blick auf berauschte Hippiezeiten in »High on a mountainbike« oder im entspannten wie tiefen Song »Love and freedom (no smiley)«. Im Titeltrack »Warhol Holidays« blitzt die Erinnerung an die Anfänge der Pop-Art auf: Wie nahe liegen Kunst und Kommerz beieinander? Ist die Rebellion der Popkultur nicht längst von einem einlullenden Wohlgefühl abgelöst worden? Und was bedeuten diese Fragen von einst in der heutigen Zeit? Der Song »Warhol Holidays« überträgt sie auf die traurigen Verführungen unserer Tage.
»Es geht mir im Moment sehr darum, die momentane Situation zu relativieren und künstlerisch zu erfassen. In Zeiten wie diesen (Stichwort: AfD, NSA, Anti-Demokraten auf dem Vormarsch, Entwicklung des »dunklen Kapitalismus«) braucht es eine Positionsbestimmung«, so Hattler. Was ist mein Kern? Was macht mich aus?
Dennoch ist »Warhol Holidays« überhaupt kein schweres Album geworden. Texte wie Titel stecken voller Wortwitz (»Parallelgesellschaftstanzmusik«). Und der Sound der Band ist durchaus Tanzboden-tauglich geblieben. Der Mann am Bass liefert bewährt knackige Fundamente und geschmeidige Melodien. Neben der seit zehn Jahren stabilen Stammbesetzung bringen Gastmusiker wie die Perkussionisten Biboul Darouiche und Wolfgang Wahl, Tastenmann Martin Kasper der Gitarrist Ali Neander sowie die Soundspezialisten XMZ, Peter Musebrink oder die Stimmen von DJ Jondal, Tracy, Margaret und Steve Cork neue Farben in die Musik. Und Sängerin Fola Dada ist für Hellmut Hattler nach wie vor die »Traumbesetzung« für seine Songs.
Leichtigkeit und Tiefgang sind auf dem Album wunderbar vereint. Hattler geht mit dieser Balance virtuos um – nicht nur künstlerisch. Leichtigkeit ist »zwischenmenschlich unabdingbar«, davon ist der Bassist überzeugt. Der Eingangssong »Spell E.Z.« (sprich: spell easy) klingt da wie ein Bekenntnis: Spell E.Z. – Spell an A. To B. back on the ground. »Bleib locker und leicht und komm wieder runter!«
Ein weiser Satz. Und das Album eines der musikalisch und politisch charmantesten Statements der letzten Zeit.
Rainer Schlenz
- Spell E.Z. 3:31 (Music & words: Hellmut Hattler)
Lyrics
I’ve been lost – I’ve been found
I’ve been up and I’ve been down
I’ve been loved – I’ve been fought
I’ve been dropped and I’ve been caughtReally! I dearly called it random walk
Nearly – I guess I merely missed the fork
Sincerely – a dark flow is no place for coloursIt ain’t easy – no E. To C. the stars come down
Spell E.Z. – spell an A. To B. back on the groundI’ve been light – I’ve been sound
I’ve been high and I’ve been down
I’ve been locked – I’ve been missed
I’ve been saved and I’ve been kissedOh really? Did I really walk the line?
Nearly – I guess I merely missed a sign
Sincerely – a dark flow is no place for loversIt’s E.Z. – need U. To C. the sun come out
Think “E.Z.” – if A.M.O.U.R is too loudSpell E.Z – M.E.Z. when the sun goes down
Spell E.Z. – spell A. To B. back on the groundI’ve been lost – I’ve been found
I’ve been up and I’ve been down
I’ve been loved – I’ve been fought
I’ve been dropped and I’ve been caughtReally! I dearly called it random walk
Nearly – I guess I merely missed the fork
Sincerely – a dark flow’s no place for coloursIt ain’t easy – if there’s no E. To C. the stars come down
Spell E.Z. – spell A. To B. back on the ground
Spell E.Z. – M.E.Z. when I find the q.
M.E.Z. – N.D.Z. when I think of you
It’s E.Z. – I. need U. To C. The sun come out
Think E.Z. – If A.M.O.U.R s too loud
Spell E.Z – M.E.Z. when the sun goes down
Spell E.Z. – spell A. To B. back on the ground
- vocals
- Fola Dada
- guitars
- Ali Neander
- keys and programming
- Martin Kasper
- drums and sounds
- Juergen Schlachter
- sounds and beats editing
- Ilya Khmyz aka XMZ
- basses
- Hellmut Hattler
- Spy 5:04 (Music & words: Hellmut Hattler)
Lyrics
Don’t spy my cell-o-phone, don’t you spy my tell-o-phone …
Third parties ain’t allowed – gotta talk to him alone
Don’t spy my cell-o-phone, don’t you spy my tell-o-phone …
It’s strictly confident – gotta talk to him alone
Don’t spy my cell-o-phone, don’t spy my tell-o-phone …
Do I commit a crime – if I’d talk to him alone?Don’t spy my cell-o-phone, don’t spy my tell-o-phone …
No plans to blast your world – just wanna talk to him alone
Don’t spy my cell-o-phone, don’t spy my tell-o-phone …
Hey Mr. Hennessey – I wanna talk to him alone!
Don’t spy my cell-o-phone, don’t spy my tell-o-phone …
Nobody else should hear my words – gotta talk to him alone
- vocals
- Fola Dada
- beats
- Jan Fride Wolbrandt
- didgeridoo
- Marcus Wichmann
- additional sounds, key and cymbals
- Juergen Schlachter
- basses and voice
- Hellmut Hattler
- Warhol Holidays 4:41 (Music: Hattler/Musebrink, words: Hattler)
Lyrics
One sad hello – enough to tear a dream apart
We’ve been too long – on warhol holidaysWho said hello? It sounded like a song to me
One word’s enough – to stop rescue boats from freezing
One sad hello – enough to tear a dream apart
We’ve been too long – on warhol holidaysBack to surround myself with unicorns
And blame the time for always being late
Don’t say “better chew before you swallow”
Go fly yourself around the world
And move around remote controlled for her
Did you ever meet the ones you followed?One sad hello – was breaking off a song to me
So sad so wrong – when rescue boats freeze inSurround myself with unicorns
And celebrate the chat set solitude
Saying “what you get is what you wanted”Your sad hello – was sounding like a song to me
We’ve been too long – on warhol holidays …One sad hello – enough to tear a dream apart
We’ve been too long – on warhol holidays
- vocals
- Fola Dada
- programming and guitar
- Peter Musebrink
- cymbals and drum-efx
- Oli Rubow
- basses
- Hellmut Hattler
- Love And Freedom (No Smiley) 5:14 (Music: Hattler/Musebrink, words: Hattler)
Lyrics
Down with all odd and halfway lies
Just bow my head for wisdom
Doesn’t take much to realize
Freedom loves no missionsGet up off your knees
No “read my lips” no more
Away with “my way or no way”I’m just here and somebody
I’ll never join a sisterhood of those who fight our songs
Or try to swap belief for proofs and knowledge
We all wanna love somebody
But I refuse to fight someone instead
And I promise – no one bans my songs of love and freedomDown with all sad and halfway lies
Up off your butt for wisdom
Get off your way to understand
Freedom needs no missionsGet up off your knees
No “count-on-mes” no more
Away with “my way or no way”We’re somewhere and somebody
And certainly no paradise for chaps fighting clear thoughts
By trying to swap belief for proofs and knowledge
We all wanna love somebody
Don’t wanna have to fight someone instead
No smileys – for banned songs of love and freedomI’m somewhere and somebody
I’ll never be a devotee for gods that fight my songs
Or beards that preach belief instead of knowledge
I just wanna love somebody
But need no one to tell me how to dress
No twilight – won’t hide my songs of love and freedomI’m just here and somebody
Let’s never be following the ones who fight our songs
By trying to sell belief instead of knowledge
I just wanna love somebody
Don’t wanna have to hate someone instead
And I promise – I won’t steal your songs of love and freedom
- vocals
- Fola Dada
- programming and guitar
- Peter Musebrink
- sounds and keys
- Martin Kasper and Juergen Schlachter
- djembe
- Wolfgang Wahl
- basses
- Hellmut Hattler
- Sand Am Meer 7:46 (Music: Hattler/Musebrink)
- basses
- Hellmut Hattler
- sounds and beats
- Peter Musebrink
- e-sitar
- Torsten de Winkel
- keys and programming
- Martin Kasper
- drums
- Oli Rubow
- Parallelgesellschaftstanzmusik 4:23 (Music: Hattler/Rubow/Neander)
- basses
- Hellmut Hattler
- drums
- Oli Rubow
- mandolin and guitar
- Ali Neander
- keyboards
- Martin Kasper
- marimba
- Juergen Schlachter
- Mint 4:25 (Music: Hattler/Musebrink)
- basses
- Hellmut Hattler
- sounds and beats
- Peter Musebrink
- additional sounds
- Juergen Schlachter
- drums
- Oli Rubow
- Mountain Bike 5:20 (Music & words: Hellmut Hattler)
Lyrics
High on a mountain bike, blue like the sea
Pale like soilent green, turned around like your keyBeen dazing my days away
I think I might strike back tomorrowCool like a firefly, brave like the moon
Set sales on the 7th c, feel stirred like a spoonWhy lazin’ my days away
High time to flip the screen and start toChase flying saucers
Across the universe, show some solitude
Or even ride flying saucers
Till the multiverse, become who you areSo sweet: the stars below
I think I might fly back tomorrowHigh on a mountain bike and blue like the sea
Cool like a frozen knight, turned ’round like your keyWhy chasing the daze away
If the only thing that’s left to do is …Ride flying saucers
Across the universe, fighting solitude
Come and chase flying saucers
Dig the universe, become who you are
Chase flying saucers
Across the universe, show some solitude
Or even ride flying saucers
Till the multiverse, become who you are
- vocals
- Fola Dada
- guitars
- Ali Neander and Torsten de Winkel
- keys
- Peter Musebrink
- drums
- Oli Rubow and Juergen Schlachter
- bass
- Hellmut Hattler
- Dot Competition 3:21 (Music & words: Hellmut Hattler)
Lyrics
You gotta move like a goddess, you gotta smile like a dancing queen
You gotta fight like an agent and be an icon of the social scene
Choose your words like a prophet, save the world, be a shooting star
Always check out your mojo, deserve a plane and a racing carSave your knees – hear the mission
The next big thing will be dot competitionFight for peace like a robot become an expert of self defense
Post all your kids and your lovers to impress your facebook friends
Meditate like a guru – be part of the financial world
Mix sugar with science – and be the perfect party girlCash your needs – join the mission
Become a wondering star of competition
Bleach your teeth – to blind the mission
Deserve your licence for dot competitionChoose your words like a prophet, explore the world like a shooting star
Mix sugar and science, reach out for planes and expensive cars
You gotta fight like a soldier and be an icon of peace defense
Keep working hard on your mojo with daily selfies for your virtual friendsIf you’re no good, somebody’s bad
But you don’t mind, that’s what you said
Somebody’s down on someone’s floor
And deaf enough to hear no score
Somebody throws somebody’s rice
I’ll cash your checks and cream your ice
If someone kills – somebody’s dead
That’s why I’m here that’s why you …… Save your knees – suspend the mission
Who needs a wondering star of competition
Tape your knees – erase your mission
Why don’t you sign off of dotcom petitionSail on, please – there’s no mission
We ain’t existing on dot competition.
- vocals
- Fola Dada
- guitars
- Ali Neander
- keyboards
- Martin Kasper
- drums and sounds
- Juergen Schlachter
- bass
- Hellmut Hattler
- Anything At All 4:42 (Music & words: Hellmut Hattler)
Lyrics
(are you ready?)
Please don’t ask me …
(ist this the beginning?)Is there something I should know?
Is there any place to go?
Is there someone I should call?
Is there anything at all?If you ever want to know, what to do or where to go …
Is there something I should know?
Is there any place to go?
Is there someone I could call?
Is there anything at all?If you ever want to know, what to do or where to go:
Please don’t ask – please don’t ask me!Everything you’ve ever seen turns colourless
And will never look the same – no blame
Everything you’ve ever felt
Turns ’round to never ever feel the same – like fame
(is that your final answer?)Please don’t ask – please don’t ask me! (Can I ask you a question?)
Is there something I should know?
Is there any place to go?
Is there someone I should call?
Is there anything at all?If you ever want to know, what to do or where to go:
Please don’t ask (can you hear the voices?) Please don’t ask me!Everything you’ll ever say turns out to be
What others said before – to score
But some thoughts that you’re going to think
May turn to things that never came ashore – beforePlease don’t ask – please don’t ask me!
(why me? If it isn’t you? – Is your head full of dreams? – Is it me that you’re looking for?
do you really believe that it can’t be done? – Have you seen the sky tonight? – Is this the beginning?)
Is there something I should know?
Is there any place to go?
Is there someone I should call?
Is there anything at all?
(and the question remains: is there life on mars?)
- vocals
- Fola Dada
- guitars
- Ali Neander
- drums, xylophone and sounds
- Juergen Schlachter
- didgeridoo
- Marcus Wichmann
- djembe
- Wolfgang Wahl
- voices
- DJ Jondal, Tracy, Margaret and Steve Cork
- basses
- Hellmut Hattler
- Kraal Jam 3:54 (Music: Hellmut Hattler)
- basses
- Hellmut Hattler
- drums
- Oli Rubow
- organ and rhodes
- Martin Kasper
- guitar
- Torsten de Winkel
- additional sounds
- Juergen Schlachter
- percussion
- Biboul Darouiche
- Warhol Holidays (Reprise) 4:24 (Music: Hattler/Musebrink, words: Hattler)
Lyrics
Who said hello? It sounded like a song to me
One word’s enough – to stop rescue boats from freezing
One sad hello – enough to tear a dream apart
We’ve been too long – on warhol holidaysBack to surround myself with unicorns
And blame the time for always being late
Don’t say “better chew before you swallow”
Go fly yourself around the world
And move around remote controlled for her
Did you ever meet the ones you followed?One sad hello – was breaking off a song to me
So sad so wrong – when rescue boats freeze inSurround myself with unicorns
And celebrate the chat set solitude
Saying “what you get is what you wanted”Your sad hello – was sounding like a song to me
We’ve been too long – on warhol holidaysOne sad hello – enough to tear a dream apart
We’ve been too long – on warhol holidays
- vocals
- Fola Dada
- programming
- Peter Musebrink
- drums
- Oli Rubow
- guitar
- Torsten de Winkel
- basses
- Hellmut Hattler
- Bikinian Rhapsody 4:09 (Music: Hellmut Hattler)
- keys and programming
- Martin Kasper
- drums
- Jan Fride Wolbrandt
- additional sounds & cymbals
- Juergen Schlachter
- basses
- Hellmut Hattler
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