I missed the release date by four days - I thought I'd passed it on to a more deserving case - but, here I am endeavouring to pass on my words of wisdom (there's a first for everything) which, initially, I thought may stretch even my famed diplomacy.
The title of the album suggested it might be down my street but, to quote an oft used phrase - nostalgia ain't what it used to be. That's not to say that this Icelandic offering is without merit. Máni, we're told, aims to portray how the emotions felt while listening become imprinted within what is heard and later conjure up memories of that specific moment when discovered once again. In my case, I'll recall that I'd just spent days in self-isolation.
Máni describes his music as jarm - a subtle blend of jazz, rock and impressionism. It's a good description and one that deserves to enter the mainstream of jazz terminology.
Apart from the leader, there's some nice clarinet involvement. All the musicians tend to operate within a minimalist framework that in no way detracts from the end result of Máni's compositions. It's well worth checking out.
This is Icelandic cool. Lance.
Nostalgia Machine; Trying to Stay Afloat; Let's Start at the Beginning; Two Sisters; Ani; I Want to Know Better; Almost there; My Day with Pierre; Last Stop Before Final Destination; Be Still, Sinking Heart; The Attic.
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