The Norwegian downtempo trio's fourth album is a double, the live CD coupled with a DVD of short films edited to the same tracks, together with a feisty essay defending the group's aesthetic from the jazz police.
The trouble is, while functioning well as superior ambient hum, the music doesn't have enough grit about it, inclining to the soppy or the pomp-proggy, and no one, least of all pianist Morten Qvenild, appears to have chops. The lo-fi visuals look great, though.
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