ALBUM REVIEW: Slow Accordion Improvises an Infectious Self-Titled Debut
Let’s get this right out of the way: Despite what the name implies, no accordions were harmed, or even used, in the making of Slow Accordion’s eponymous debut.What is present on this record is an intoxicating, purely improvised conversation between four seasoned players operating on
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Let’s get this right out of the way: Despite what the name implies, no accordions were harmed, or even used, in the making of Slow Accordion’s eponymous debut.
What is present on this record is an intoxicating, purely improvised conversation between four seasoned players operating on pure instinct. Recorded live in a circle straight to a four-track reel-to-reel, the seven-track album captures a raw, breathing spontaneity that feels like a rare luxury in today’s polished musical landscape. So raw, in fact, that the record’s culmination, “When to Hug a Stranger,” is literally cut off due to the tape coming to the end of its line. While it may feel somewhat incomplete in that moment, it’s an aptly interesting conclusion to such an intriguing collection of tunes.
