Vermissen
Henning May’s voice has always been this heavy, honest thing—the kind that doesn’t ask permission to break. Paired with Juju on Vermissen,
it works in a way I wasn’t prepared for. She comes from SXTN, years of making crude Berlin hip-hop with Nura, reflecting their actual lives back without any apology. When they split up, I wondered what she’d do alone. Then this.
The song’s just the two of them talking about missing someone. May’s voice pulls it up from somewhere deep, and Juju meets him there—no posturing, no reach, no performance. That directness is exactly why it works. She’s never played the part of what a female rapper is supposed to be; she just exists fully in the space. Hearing her alongside May, who does the same thing, feels like the obvious choice once you hear it, even though there’s no reason it should exist.
I keep listening to it. There’s something about the way neither of them tries that makes you believe in it.