I can imagine the concert quite vividly. A bar , a stage with a few musicians, a number of chairs or maybe a few canapés, a cold beer in one hand, the other one free to move along with the music. A bit of smoke wouldn't hurt I guess, so we start the smoke machine and watch the vapor gently stroll over the stage and to the floor, seemingly moving at the same tempo the music does. The music swells, gets bleaker and gains that awesome gritty sound.
I take another sip from my beer while the band starts 'Odessa Noir (sax trip). I close my eyes. I might as well be a persona in a David Lynch movie, in a bar scene where tension is building. Driving on hypnotic percussion and an almost tangible bassline, the sax floats freely,whaling, enchanting, atmospheric. Outside, it is foggy, cold, a beautiful shoreline city in Autumn. Inside, the fuzz grows.
Flashes of stoner rock and drone doom appear when the band plays 'Storming Sea'. Eerie soundscapes fill the darkened venue, unknown noises float in and out. 'How To Dig Holes' brights up the room, gently, strange, experimental. I'm no longer sure whether I'm a David Lynch character or just someone who is going through a dark period but I do know that I'm loving every second of it.
Slowly I wake up from this dream, only to realize that I am not there, I never have been. But the experience feels so lively, so intense. I guess it's time for The Orchestra Of Mirrored Reflections to take this whole thing on the road for a long time, including of course one or a few passages in Belgium. This is musical magic, sorcery of the most beautiful kind. So dark jazz lovers, get your hands on this, and on their other releases. You won't regret it...