Fuffifufzich

In the organizer's words:

When Fuffifufzich performed for the first time in 2021 and the Volksbühne sold out within minutes, some fans defied gravity. And what applies to outdoor swimming pools at night also applies to concerts: when people climb over fences to get in, everything that follows is etched into the cerebrum - and the soundtrack into the collective memory.

Fuffifufzich can neither be pinned down to a language nor to a genre. It's a bit like five browser tabs 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 synth-pop 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.

The person behind the artist is shrouded in legend. According to Musikexpress, Fuffifufzich was born in 2018 with sunglasses on her face. If you ask Fuffi herself, Fuffi says: "Fuffifufzich is an Italo-Western and a snowy street in Berlin, is a little mouse and a queen." Fuffifufzich writes her own lyrics and produces the songs together with Johannes Aue. On stage, he hypnotizes behind the keyboard and to his left: Laura Landergott, who plays the bass time after time as if she were about to bring it to life.

Fuffifufzich's second album is now on its way: "Feel too late" was released in January 2025 and, in addition to love, is thematically about and against time. On the cover of the vinyl record: Fuffifufzich lounging in a teenage room full of wall clocks. "I'm so attached to this time", says the album, "which is called the past". The eight songs scroll along the timeline of a big city life: in "Feel too late", Fuffiffufzich musically lays her 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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