Pauline Andres

“The workers, the people and the factories.
And the fields by the border in the East”

Born in France a coal miner’s daughter, Pauline Andres made a name for herself with a sweet and smoky voice that “perfectly conveys the thoughts and observations of an old soul walking home at closing time.”

She grew up in a family of Hungarian and Slovenian descent by the German border in a town where the local dialect was more common than the official language. Caught between the fun of it all and the harsh personal and social truths that lead to such an environment, Andres started taking notes.

She wrote her first song in broken English at the age of 8 and eventually learned what would be her third language by translating lyrics with the help of her mom; a free, creative spirited tarot reader who always encouraged her daughter to do what she had to. That would include moving to several countries without a clue on how to pay rent, forming bands, doing odd jobs and leaving town to start over. “My mom has always encouraged me to follow my dreams. In my family, in my hometown, that is truly groundbreaking and brave.”

Andres’ nonchalant style serves an inclination for ordinary suffering and every day disappointments combined with subtle literary references. Her lyrics are inspired by 3am drunks as much as they are by Lovecraft novels or social outrage.

She survived life threatening diseases, accidents of life and tornadoes. Those stories are a common thread to all her songs, whether she uses a country, rock or even electronic framework.

The songstress settled in Music City after several years spent mainly in London then Berlin, where she recorded the accidental EP Fuck You French Girl and 2 LPs: All Them Ghosts and The Heart Breaks.

It is the positive reception of The Heart Breaks in the US, that made her decide to move to Nashville, TN and focus more on working as a songwriter and producer. There, she released her 3rd LP Fearless Heart, telling the story of leaving the one home she thought she had found in Berlin to move to the South. During the recording of this album, Andres lost her voice to a severe and misdiagnosed infection. It wouldn’t be back for almost two years. After learning how to sing (and speak) again and despite a short-lived decision to stop making music, the first thing she did after recovering was write 15 songs in three days.

 

“Like Cline and Carter, Williams and Sandoval, Andres has helped us remember that it is often the simple things that will help us overcome” – The Revue

“A heart-wrenching lyricist whose words cut to the bone” – Bucket Full of Nails