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Dramatic Electro-Classical. Cinematic. Skyscraping. Tidal. Solemn.
If you have patience and are prone to crying yourself to sleep, Forlandia will undoubtedly be rewarding. However, I find my ears begging for some levity; it’s quite heavy going through much of the album. Johannsson is clearly not aiming for cheerfulness here (he is Scandinavian after all), but a little less gravity would have given it some balance.

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Pabst-Fueled Basement Rock. Obnoxious. Unrefined. Balls-Out. Merciless.
While this band’s balls are proudly displayed at center stage, visible to all, sweaty, ready to rock, they are conflicted balls. On the one sac (“lefty”), you get a tenacious, excitable, kick ass punk band that serves as the perfect soundtrack to your drunken night out. On the other sac (“righty”), you get a plain ‘ol noisy, dumb rock band. Let’s just say “righty” is bigger and hangs lower than “lefty”.

Sultry. Smooth. Subtle. Tasteful. Tepid. Tame.
Even with her silly name, I admit that I liked and purchased Dido’s debut album No Angel. It held my interested with memorable melodies and sincere performances from Dido. After her success, I expected her to only write catchy hits. On her third album, she’s basically the same performer, but isn’t reaching for the charts, which is refreshing. So, on the plus side, Safe Trip Home is not an obvious collection of attempted hits and creates a nice mood throughout, but it is unfortunately not exactly captivating either.

Rhythm & Blues. Authentic. Woeful. Heavy Hearted. Muzzled. Routine.
Make no mistake, B.B. King knows what he doing and he’s doing it well. The band sounds keen, King’s voice is gravely and great, and the songs are romantically cathartic like the blues should be. The problem is that it sounds too professional, too calculated, too easy. It’s a safe set of blues tunes. I like my blues to be chunky, feisty, rough around the edges, and usually loud as hell. This is blues for the adult contemporary crowd, thrown into the basket along with the new James Taylor and Chris Botti, played in the background at dinner parties.
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