If ever there was a stereotypical ECM album, this is it. Don’t even think of trying to listen to it in your pickup truck; it doesn’t work. You’ll need a good home-audio system and ambient quiet to hear and appreciate the lonely-room, echoey quality of the recording, even though the studio here was not in a fjord, but in Italy. The music, described as a “chamber improvisation project,” exudes sensitivity, taste and, to paraphrase Stephen Colbert, classiness. But is it jazz? Or, to reprise an old ECM put-down, Effete Caucasian Music?
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