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International relevance: ***
It's
albums like this that makes me question my vocation. Why do I do
this? How far am I willing to go with this blog? Is it really just a
karmic punishment for mistakingly killing a squirrel in a previous
life by sitting on it thinking it was a small cushion? Am I a bad
person? Is it only right that I suffer?
For a long time, I've put off writing
about "Danish Design". Yeah, you've already figured out
why. It's Danish. The title already says so.
Or so I tried to convince myself,
ignoring the cold, hard facts. And they are as follows: The album is
recorded in Sweden. It's produced by a Swede, Rune Öfwerman.
Engineered by another Swede, Lasse Gustavsson. All musicians except
Mads Vinding himself are Swedish (he's, you know, Danish). Sabu Martinez, percussion. Ola Brunkert, drums. Jan Schaffer, guitar.
Keyboards, they're played by Kjell Öhman -- very Swedish. Released
by Sonet Records? Ah yes, a Swedish label.
You see where this is going, don't
you?
I can run, but I can't hide. It's a dirty job but somebody's got to do it. Tough shit it had to be me.
[insert inappropriate word referring to sexual intercourse]
I can run, but I can't hide. It's a dirty job but somebody's got to do it. Tough shit it had to be me.
[insert inappropriate word referring to sexual intercourse]
Let's put it this way: This album is so
boring, so relentlessly tedious that I consider playing Coste
Apetrea's "Nyspolat" seven times in a row while breathing
inside a very small plastic bag.
This is fusion at its worst. Soulless.
Impotent. Clinical. There's more life in a lab grown bacterial
culture than on this album.
I hate the album cover too.
Full album playlistI hate the album cover too.
...which is interesting, because as a sideman, Vinding played on some excellent Scandi-jazz albums...I guess skills as an improvising musician do not necessarily translate into skills as a band leader?
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