Now and here, at the end of 2020, the state of the world has caught up with PeterLicht: »... yeah yeah yeah, mmhh, the more I think about it, I realize: I'm having a bad time and I have the impression that society is also having a bad time. Or the world. She is sick with an illness called illness. And it doesn’t matter whether this illness is called “depression” or “meritocracy” or “exhaustion” or “climate” or “racism” or “nationalism” or “the wall.”
»CONCRETE AND IBUPROFEN«: An album that revolves around the dark ground, singing about the catastrophe. And that saves the world with every song. And yourself. And us. Because PeterLicht sings about it. About the conditions in which we live. With his singing we spin out and float. Even if it's just for one song. For the duration of a song,