Amir Tamino

• 1 Habibi 05:06
• 2 Sun May Shine 04:09
• 3 Tummy 03:10
• 4 Chambers 04:28
• 5 So It Goes 04:55
• 6 Indigo Night 04:14
• 7 Cigar 04:06
• 8 Each Time 05:11
• 9 Verses 03:08
• 10 w.o.t.h 03:55
• 11 Intervals 03:38
• 12 Persephone 05:05
• Total Runtime 51:05

Info zu Amir

Every classically trained pop musician has travelled a route that began with musical orthodoxy, discipline, structure and attainment, and then, in the embracing of pop's far less formal yet still time-honoured traditions, involved both an un-learning – the best pop music should surely be, and is, about breaking rules, not sticking to them – and a fidelity to the sounds and textures they were immersed in as children and adolescents. Artists such as St Vincent, Joanna Newsom, The National's Dessner brothers, Laura Mvula, Matt Bellamy of Muse, Agnes Obel, James Blake, Susanne Sundfor, Jeff Buckley and Julia Holter all managed that transition seamlessly: they stepped across to the "other side", as it were, and established storied reputations in their adopted field. Crucially, in doing so, they kept, too, a firm grip on the musical touchstones that first led them to devote their lives to creativity.

To that illustrious list can now be added a new name. Of Belgian, Egyptian and Lebanese heritage, the 21-year-old musician Tamino's British debut single is a song of such startling, visceral, sit-up-and-listen power, it is as if the singer has arrived, out of nowhere, fully formed. Habibi (Arabic for "my love" or "beloved") is one of those songs that makes a mockery of questions of era and genre. Aptly, from a musician whose upbringing and trans-nationality elude narrow questions of provenance and pigeonholes, it is at once ancient and modern, conjuring, in its portrayal of a love that is majestic but doomed, the romantic decadence of Lawrence Durrell's The Alexandria Quartet and the scorched-earth, ripped-from-the-heart poetry of Nick Cave. Musically, it is, like so much pop today, all over the place, uncategorisable, gloriously impervious to considerations of style, fashion and commerce. In that sense, it is totally now. At the same time, there is something so other-worldly, so defiantly individualistic, about Tamino's songwriting, his octave-traversing voice and ethereal falsetto that attempting to categorise them, or him, quickly seems futile.

"For as long as I can remember, I've sung like that," the singer says. "Obviously, as a kid, your voice sounds like that anyway, before it breaks. When it did, I remember sitting at the piano, writing really shitty songs, and that was still the voice I used. Very early on, I realised I had this range, and that I could play with it; I never felt that I should sing in just one particular register. Even when I was writing terrible punk songs, I used that voice. That was my first band, and it was a curious one, because of that."

Over the course of Amir, Tamino captures a range of emotions from romance to desolation, and almost everything in between. It’s mood music, painted in a number of different shades.

“Some of the songs on Amir are more on the romantic side, whilst others are more on the apathetic side," says Tamino. "In my own life, I can look at the world and at life in both ways depending on my state of being. The conflict creates an imbalance. Amir is about balance.”

Produced by PJ Maertens and Jo Francken
Recorded at Maertens’ house in Belgium and at Audiworkx Studios in Holland

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