International relevance: **
A strange album, almost like an all African Archimedes Badkar stripped of everything except the percussion with (sometimes call-and-response) vocals added. Too bad the vocals are really bad. There are a lot of people involved in Nävgröt, and too many of them sing in an uninteresting, everyday manner. They make it sound like a children's program from the 70s; the kind where ten people sit in a ring dressed in plush dresses in poo brown, dirt orange and murky green with a backdrop of badly painted cardboard supposed to look like exotic trees and with crosseyed lions with weird proportions and a guy in a bowl cut and a beard that looks exactly like the bowl cut so if you turn him upside down he looks exactly the same telling you traditional tales from the curious continent of Africa. And then they play good and sing badly. ”Nävgröt” would have been much better if it was all instrumental, because the playing is indeed good with captivating rhythms. It's not surprising that Bengt Berger appears on one track – it actually sounds as if he could have been on the entire album. If only they would have shut up...
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