Bananz - Philosophen im Saustall
And now it's time for BANANZ
The Hackler, also a seer. He has worked everywhere. And he has seen things. Knows life in factories. In small workshops and large manufactories. Under roofs and over water. And all in every little corner of this world.
Why was that so? Who knows. But it has done something to him. He has observed, felt the milieus. Has listened a lot. He writes about it, Hackler songs, criminal songs, love songs. Transfigured lyrics meet the banal coarseness of a singing worker.
He sings intensely, his voice is unforgettable. About changing, being a stranger to oneself. About the tedious. And the beautiful, even where it's dark. Knows the sad parlors and the chic leather shoe shops. He welcomes you. Doesn't judge, recognizes so much, nothing will change, nor does it have to. Songs, as they come out of his mouth, and on top of that the most beautiful melodies.
He sings on stage. And accompanies himself on the guitar. Just like a sewing machine. Playful like a dragonfly dancing over the water. Sometimes tearful, sometimes grumbling, then again exuberant. About what is. What he remembers, whether it was important or not. Insights are gained that end in a seesaw of brutality and lyricism. Aren't we all patients in the practice of life? asks Bananz. We know what he means.
On the album, musicians also play. Brass and a drummer. Sounds like a mix of New Orleans Jazz and Balkan Style. It underlines Bananz's subtle wit. Trashy crashing. Sensitively embracing. Sometimes just wild and wrong. BANANZ is compelling - BANANZ is good!
BANANZ live!
He can do it alone, he can do it with a band. Alone, it's more intimate. With the band, it's bigger. But it's never boring. This show will sweep you away one way or another. A mix of Tom Waits and Element of Crime, but unmistakably Austrian, like a wild Qualtinger of the present. It forces you to listen. Regardless of style and age, Bananz will appeal to a very broad audience. A project that also convinces and excites live.
The Person
BANANZ sees the Lower Austrian summer light in 1979. Childhood between having to practice violin and first moments of enthusiasm for the old Ami sound on tube guitars.
School doesn’t do it - so apprenticeship as a spark maker.
Formative years on construction sites and in various hole-in-the-wall joints follow, which ultimately provide the breeding ground for his character studies on his trip to the holy grail.
He starts writing songs, malicious songs, they practically force themselves on him. He longs for maximum local color, not cheap deception. Explores the Austrian DNA of being annoyed.
He eats meatloaf and loves unhealthy food, soft drinks and chewing pleasure. Previously also intoxicating things. He is an addicted non-smoker.
He quickly develops into a player of animalistic primal beats and prefers to shoot his lyrics from the hip.
Today he still works his ass off to be able to finance his music.
Hallo, ich bin Maya.
