Every year the music press has space to anoint one kitschy, non-English-speaking psych-rock band. Last year it was Dungen. Here's a prediction that '06 could be the year of Klee. The German dream poppers have it all: husky vocals, great hooks, an affinity for '80s synths, total incomprehensibility.
Coming from the depths of the majestic, sweeping Alps and the lush meadows of the Rhine is the leader of the new wave of German pop music, the enthusiastic and ethereal group Klee.
A name chosen part as a tribute to the wondrous, endearing art of modernist painter Paul Klee and part as a nod to its literal translation, Klee stands for Clover: that elegant and ubiquitous plant you find might just bring you luck.
No four leaf clover, Klee is a three-piece consisting of the subtle-yet-outstanding keyboard work of Sten Servaes, the charming, intelligent riffs of ice-cool guitarist Tom Deininger, and the honeysuckle-sweet vocals of the beautiful Suzie Kerstgens.
As the name of their latest album, Honeysuckle is a fitting label as these twelve tracks echo the fragrant, balmy qualities of this bewitching flower; each song a microcosm of nostalgia and expectation sure to comfort even the most wounded soul.
Reminiscent of some of the finest recent European pop from Air to New Order but very much their own master, Klee plays a timeless electronica infused with trickling acoustic guitar parallels and crowned by Suzie?s soothing, intimate voice.
Klee explore simple yet affecting melodies and, using their mother tongue, prove German to be both magical and romantic-especially when mining the subjects of love and loss.
"Tausendfach" ("A Thousand Times") demonstrates their prowess for amazing songs concerning deep emotion and reflections on life; while "Fur Alle, Die" ("This is for Everyone") is a hymn to the concept of living for the day and celebrating one?s dreams free from fear and doubt. "So Lange Du Lebst" ("As Long As You Live") sees Klee hitting the dance floor with a rockier sound and a rougher edge, and proves they have more than one style in their repertoire.
Whether through the melancholy of "Mein Zimmer" ("My Room") or the joie de vivre of "Gold," Klee hits the nail on the head of classic pop, demonstrating that they are sublime craftspeople at the height of their powers filling a much needed hole in these-all too-often bleak times.