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- Sort of like Kenny G, only with a synthesizer and electric doodads instead of a sax. Bernard offers up some soothing, gloomy tunes that hover between shrug-inducing mediocrity and absolute magic. The albums second song, with Bernard’s creepy crooning, a deliciously dark melody, and it’s theme of dreams and dreaming seems would fit extremely well the next iteration of Cirque de Soleil—the closest real-life simile to Bernard’s unique weirdness and introspective sense of wonder that I can think of at the moment (I might also have mentioned Neil Gaman’s film “Mirrormask,” but who actually bothered to see that?).
The more I hear the more I am reminded of Ben and Jerry-style hipster band, Phish. They, like Bernard, were less soothing in a New Age “be one with the mother goddess” kind of way than in a “chill out, dudester” kind of way, which makes all the difference for me. This guy is pretty darn funkadelic, but as long as you’re okay with the strange melodies and lyrics whose exact meaning was lost in space then you should find the groove to be strong with this one. It’s almost enough to get me in tie-dye and rose-colored shades or at least to conjure up the image of what I would look like wearing such apparel. Frightening stuff. The image, I mean. Not the music. The music is great. Tubular, even. Listening to this album makes me very hungry for some reason. Oh, Brownies!
Reviewer: Alexander Rogers
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Reviewer's Rating: 7
Reader's Rating: 10.00
Reader's Votes: 1
Added: 18-May-2006
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