A familiar presence on his label's roster these last few years, tuba player and bass trumpeter Daniel Herskedal appeals to the ambient Nordic music listener most. Previous albums have highlighted the player's remarkable virtuosity. Here everything is stripped back to lonesome tuba and bass trumpet overdubs cast adrift in a no man's land of genre. You can't call this a jazz record, it shares practically nothing of the common language of contemporary jazz. But you'd also be hard pressed to attach any label to Call for Winter. It has its folk trappings and exists just as much as serious concert music. Worse it's not terribly exciting music, a little dreary in places, the sonorities of the instruments rumbling and ruminating but hardly ever escaping the limitations of the narrow vistas the settings allow for. Sometimes a beautiful melody will lift you up ('Ice Crystals' or 'The Cliff Nest' for instance) but there's little elsewhere to cling on to. Go back and listen to Herskedal's earlier albums The Roc or Voyage for a greater grasp of what the player is about. This is more of a cul de sac. Out now on Edition.
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