Marc Amacher enters the Swiss album charts at #1 with ‘Load

What a success!!! The fantastic MARC AMACHER storms into the Swiss album charts at #1 with ‘Load’, giving us the very first pole position in the history of Hoboville. Thanks to Marc and his team! And of course thanks to all media partners who supported the release of the album from the very beginning and helped to make this dream come true!!!

The song is like a little movie scene: a kitchen, a rattling floor, slippers, the smell of coffee - and underneath a subtle hint of freedom, stubbornness and the past. It's about observing, remembering, smiling.

“Good Morning Miss Molly” is an acoustic postcard painting - charming, playful and full of character. A piece that takes its time. Like Molly herself.

One name. One legacy. One journey.

Imagine an abandoned railway station in the American Midwest. It's late evening, the rails glisten damply in the pale light, and somewhere a guitar case rattles in the wind. It is the time of the hobos - those travelling men who roamed the country with nothing but a song on their lips and a dream in their luggage. My great-grandfather was one of them. About 140 years ago, he travelled by train, on foot, taken along by travelling traders, from the south to the north, in search of work - and perhaps also in search of himself.

‘Amacher Load’ is his legacy.

Not as a history record. Not as a reconstruction. But as an honest, raw reflection of a musical journey. This album is saturated with stories that were never written down - stories that seeped into the ground, were whispered around campfires, shouted into the wind from drawbridges. And now, many generations later, a descendant sings - not to imitate, but to carry on.

The sound? Really. Dirty. Full of groove.

The guitar scratches like gravel under your soles. The voice carries sand from a thousand paths. Bass and drums pulsate like a train on the tracks. The blues is not the decor here - it is the language. Soul pops up like an old friend, funk comes along to bring movement into play. But everything flows together - because this is not a museum. It's alive.

And the ghosts? They are there.

Not in symbols or clichés. But as a reminder that music is always a carrier - for stories, for origins, for what shapes us, even if it is not spoken. The ancestors do not dance in the stage lights, they whisper in the pauses between the notes. In a bending. In a pause. In a breath before a chorus starts.