Jazz Under Glass

Tuscan Prelude's release of Jazz Under Glass, to me, is the same jazz as what exists out there in the world. It's nothing special, as every song sounds alike and shares the same heavy influence of the piano. The piano, I must say, is rather marvelous as it runs wild, but that's the only prominent instrument, it seems. The rest are practically hidden in the background, sounding quite bland.

Jazz Under Glass is rather slow moving and spurs up a feeling of emptiness. In a quite literal translation, at certain points throughout songs, the music leaves the soundtrack, leaving second delays of silence. I've probably said this before in past jazz reviews, but this is no exception to the norm of slow jazz. Tuscan Prelude made me feel alone, depressed, and rather insignificant. That's something I don't want to feel after listening to an album.

There's no inventiveness or originality, as it just follows the formulaic late night jazz club jam where there are maybe three loners in the audience seated at separate tables, hovering over a drink. If you're a jazz enthusiast then this album may impress you, but for the bulk of people, I can't see many people gravitating towards Tuscan Prelude.

If someone asked me to distinguish between the tracks on Jazz Under Glass, I wouldn't be able to. All the songs sound so much alike. They also just flow right into one another, so if nobody told me there were 13 tracks, I would just assume it's just one freakishly long song.