International relevance: **
Most A-Disc albums are best described
as 'just another A-Disc album'. A bitter few of them has anything to
distinguish them; at best it's mediocre
artists with mediocre talents to match the label's desire for mediocrity.
”Väderkvarnsväder” is no exception.
Thomas Frykberg was a
decent songwriter, somewhere at the end of Mikael Ramel's spectrum
with a dash of Blå Tåget's cabaret-like moments, but his qualities
are dampened by a boring studio mafia sound. As a lyricist, Frykberg
isn't even on the same planet as Ramel; the lyrics are a yawn,
riddled with bland politics and the occassional toothless satirical
edge. Frykberg vocal delivery is less than inspiring too. He's a dull singer with a rather weak and non-descriptive
voice, and the semi-jazz fusion backing provided by fusion royalty like Jan
Tolf (Häxmjölk, Resa) and Ulf Adåker (Egba) is obviously competent, or if you prefer a more
honest phrasing: typically bloodless. Best song in the lot is the slightly
melancholy title track with an appealing melody, laced with a
fairly elegant string arrangement and a few amiable flugelhorn
lines. Best song, yes, but not good enough to save the rest of the
album from being destined for oblivion.
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