"Hi, I am Soko." A little shy, the little girl is with the snub nose and a very long dark hair Walle last Sunday before their concert at the amp. How deceiving first impressions can not.
The celebrated songwriter in all the arts pages asks the audience to be nice to the surprise guest, it was her brother. Then she hums softly to his guitar music mumbling into the microphone. With the oversized lumberjack shirt, striped cotton trousers and the depressive songs is their appearance verniedlichtem between grunge and hippie saddened. The native Parisian who lives in Los Angeles singing, hoarse and throaty to gracefully plucked guitar sounds. At times, she whispers, and when her voice breaks at the high notes, which sounds like a lot of heartache.
She makes an effort with their fans. In between songs Soko keeps asking whether another depressing song is okay. For those who have come for their older, naive, cheerful songs, the act of falling in love peanut butter and it's really not okay. But someone who invites the whole audience in his living room, you can not really be angry. Soko encourages her guests to the song from their new album "I thought I was an alien" as alien to dance and says that half the audience to love zombies. Then she laughs just like she sings hoarsely, charming, authentic.
Soko is not the gentle girl who apparently many in the audience expected. They prefer to sit at the drums and the bass drum skin broke laughing. While sad Californian beach music playing on his keyboard, Soko flirting with girls in the audience and pulls them on stage. She is shy no more than two prompts to celebrate a lesbian orgy and the same is still on its way, how to tell his parents that one is gay. "I like pussy," she exclaims loudly, the only words she can say in German. Then she sweetly sings again - as the song is from her burps. Yes also helps against the zombies in the audience. Soko has girlish charm and genuine humor, their music sounds just as she was in California getting a little sad.
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