Fuffifufzich can neither be pinned down to one language nor to one genre. It's a bit as if five browser tabs had merged into one: rap murmurs from one, Falco from another and then Vicky Leandros nestles in your ear. Or was that Paff Meisi? Perhaps it was dreamy, steamy synthpop that sometimes seeps in spherically and sometimes is cloud pop, sometimes whispers under the comforter or screams from the scaffolding. Fuffifufzich sings and talks, sometimes dada, sometimes gaga, because life is too important to always take it seriously. Especially when it comes to Fuffifufzich's area of expertise: love.
A lot has happened since the single "Heartbreakerei": an album of the same name, two sold-out tours. Fuffifufzich performed at Fusion, played the Festsaal Kreuzberg to capacity and the Kulturbrauerei. Soon the lyrics appeared in school toilets, soon on suburban trains. They were pricked under faithful skin and printed in novels.
Now Fuffifufzich's second album with a tour of the same name is on its way: "Feel zu spät" will be released in January 2025 and, in addition to love, is thematically about and against time. While life still felt like a trial run in "Heartbreakerei", it becomes a test of courage in "Feel zu spät": still playful, but now boldly aware that every move counts. In "Feel too late", Fuffiffufzich musically lays his cards on the table. The hand struggles, but the heart dares: the great ballad. The crush, even if it is so close to the crash. The touch, despite the danger of an electric shock. These are songs that lift you up in the dark of the night, hold you briefly over the parapet and then set you down again on the kitchen counter next to a beer. Who knows where time will take us? Nobody does. But Fuffifufzich holds your hand.
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