Album Review: I Sott Halt Bloß A Stückle Größer Sei No Net Hudle by Brigitte Hennrich
Alright, buckle up, folks. We’re diving into a slice of German Schlager heaven from 1978—Brigitte Hennrich’s I Sott Halt Bloß A Stückle Größer Sei No Net Hudle. Yeah, try saying that five times fast. This gem came out on Ariola Records and is about as quirky as its title suggests. It's got all the charm of a Bavarian beer garden with none of the spilled pretzels.
Now, let’s get to the meat and potatoes—or should I say bratwurst and sauerkraut? The titular track, "I Sott' Halt Bloß A Stückle Größer Sei", kicks things off in true Schlager fashion. The melody bounces along like a happy little Alpine goat, while Brigitte belts out lyrics that feel equal parts sassy and sentimental. You don’t need to speak fluent Schwäbisch (or even Hochdeutsch) to catch the vibe here—it’s pure earworm gold. If this song doesn’t make you want to grab your lederhosen and waltz around the living room, then buddy, you might just be dead inside.
Then there’s "No Net Hudle"—a surprisingly cheeky number for such an old-school genre. It’s catchy as heck, blending jaunty piano riffs with Brigitte’s powerhouse vocals. There’s something oddly comforting about it; maybe it’s the way she throws attitude without taking herself too seriously. Or maybe it’s because listening to it feels like being hugged by someone wearing wool socks. Either way, it sticks with ya.
What makes these tracks unforgettable isn’t their lyrical depth or groundbreaking production—it’s how unapologetically fun they are. They remind me of simpler times when music didn’t have to reinvent the wheel to put a smile on your face. Plus, who wouldn’t love singing along to titles that sound like tongue-twister challenges?
Reflecting on this album, it strikes me how timeless Schlager can be. Sure, it’s not exactly avant-garde artistry, but sometimes life calls for less “brooding genius” and more “oompah-pah joy.” And honestly? In today’s world of auto-tune overload, hearing Brigitte belt her heart out feels refreshingly human.
Oh, and one last thing—this record proves once again that Germans really do everything bigger… except humility. Cheers to Brigitte for giving us permission to crank up the volume and dance like nobody’s watching—even if we end up stepping on our own feet. Prost!
