For more than ten years, Frauke Wilhelm delighted audiences in her own harbour bar "Golden City" in Bremen as the singing landlady "Ramona Ariola" - with harbour stories, music, theater and city dialog. Since the beginning of 2024, she has had a new artistic identity: as frauke400, she now brings the music she has long wanted to make into the world...
frauke400 gets to the point: in a kind of "New German Wave for adults", she captures the world around her in clear and idiosyncratic pop songs with touching hooklines that sneak into the ear and rewire the wires there. Her debut album "Transformation" was released in May this year.
Two voices, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, foot drums and sometimes an accordion. A large portion of humor paired with creativity and musical skill, that's Margins Of April. On the road on the stages of northern Germany since fall 2018.
Driven by pounding percussion and carried by guitar sounds, "Margins Of April" reveal their innermost selves on stage, postulating the end of the world, great love or the meaning of life. The band takes the big questions, breaks them down into fragments and throws them at the audience in grand gestures, such as: "Time heals nothing at all". They do not take the audience by the hand, nor do they make demands, but reflect in their lyrics. Sometimes they are superheroes - come what may, then again manipulated lovers, constantly driven or pleading supplicants. Time and again they emerge for powerful guitar solos or delicate accordion parts, take a deep breath and start again.
Inspired by soulful folk songs, their melodies carry the listener past childhood loves and broken relationships to the perpetual search for something new. This band never stands still. The "is" is constantly turned around and inspected, the "could" and "should" conjured up by their polyphonic vocals, which always take center stage. Those who stand still are left behind. A moment ago, the 12-string was purring romantically, then the amp is ripped open, the engine howls and we're off and running. There is no time to wonder: What kind of music is this? This is Margins Of April.