Traktor Bar am Räbblüetefäscht, Weiningen
It hardly gets more authentic than this. Anyone who listened to the indie guitar of English and American bands in the '90s and post-millennium feels picked up again and again by Kaufmann's new work. It smells like a musty London open-mic tavern, but sounds as powerful as if the songs were produced at Abbey Road Studios. A listen through the album reveals something: it's still possible to compose handmade, analog and honest pop numbers that don't include an accordion or need an alphorn on the cover to exude their Swissness. Sometimes a sincere name giver is enough, who knows himself and his roots. And his songs.