Lonely Drifter Karen, Grass Is Singing

Lonely Drifter Karen, Grass Is Singing

Clear Karenic drifts from Austrian capital to Goteborg to Barcelona, gypsying through floorshow and twinkly avant-pop. Tanja Frinta sings in a sweet and funny accent, accompanied by a Mallorcan pianist and an Italian Drummer. The songs ar evenly pan-European: Wistful and serene cabaret gruffness gives way to off-kilter umpah ballads. Frinta's charming melodies owe often to the musicals of her early days and Weimar club, and are a perfect companion in her lyrics. Stories almost owls and roundabout horses and her take on falling in love in Genus Paris via the story of artificer 'Professor Dragon' display her fecund mental imagery.

Merely Lonely Vagabond Karenic draw you in to their magical world in the first place and satisfyingly with good music. The arrangements by pianist Marc Meliá Sobrevias get the to the highest degree of pianoforte and subtle percussion (courtesy of Giorgio Menossi) and afterwards, Rudolf Wurlitzer and music box, creating a rich people landscape on which the stories are played come out. See True Desire or Climb soar fast over a little mound, or conceive of trotting along to La Hierba Canta.

Sometimes the grass sings a familiar birdcall. Here ar many snatches of tunes and sounds used elsewhere, merely the sonic earth created by LDK is deep and robust sufficiency to possess them. Frinta's interpreter stool sometimes become annoying - a bit lonesome and lackluster - just like Joanna Newsome or Hanna Hukkelberg there is an undeniable and earnest redolence; you catch into it finally. And as in the song Casablanca, just as you think you've had enough the melody switches and a totally different door creaks open. This is the most enjoyable look of this album, it drifts into itself and then out again. It drifts into familiar territory and then away. And eventually it drifts into your dreams and hangs about at that place, beingness nice and reminding you of things you idea you had forgotten.