Anadolu calling Aydin
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By democrazy
One star! That's one star too many! If your Aydin Esen love affair also started with the album Anadolu (unfortunately presently not on iTunes), then you may also shake your head as I have with every production thereafter. Here's a brilliant composer and arranger and wonderful pianist who delivered a perfect, highly emotional album, where every note, sound, even hesitation leaves a soulful mark in the ears and after that we get incessant 'virtuoso' tickling of the ivories, spacey cadetey deviations, the occasional side trip into jazz (not half bad), and now this, an undrinkable slurpee full of sludge, disjointed, devoid of spirit, full of empty bubbles, and more new age than new direction. I've bought every album, just to support you, knowing it'll come back, but it doesn't. Sorry, Aydin, if I have to break it to you this way, but really, go home. Go home to where your roots lie. Find again the lyrical, no nonsense, ballsy way of telling your story. You're older. You have kids. Whatever. Don't sell out to the crowd that has no heart. Don't wow with the synth. It's getting old. Stop by Dawid Szczesny, Andrew Pekler, Jan Jellinek, Alava Noto, and go deep again. Go minimal. Make every note count, as they did on Anadolu. Reclaim your right to exist among the great where you belong. Anadolu probably didn't sell well. Who cares. It's the gold standard. Gold lasts forever.
