Lately, I’ve ben jammin’ with Benjamin. Well, not actually jammin’, but more like spelunking with his CD, Recombinant Nocturnes, which sends me floating through the middle of the night on a pissed mist hovering over a subterranean river of molasses. Scored for solo and duo piano and a couple of tracks with very subtle electronics, the Nocturnes live up to their name and lay down in front of the refrigerator for a long winter’s nap. These off-kilter tinkles, rumbling outbursts and lone pensive chords form a gorgeous journey through the graveyard shift. The closing track, which is especially doom-filled and oppressive, sounds like it was lifted straight out of some forlorn scene from the X-Files. This album would fit right in on the Cold Blue label.
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