R.L. Burnside A funky collaboration between raw, original-style blues and ambient electronica. The result is not as jarring as it may sound. Encyclopedic in its weight and dimensions, it's the sort of coffee table book heavy enough to put a bend in lightly-built coffee tables.
Midnight is infused with a relaxed and unpretentious mood.
The album works its way through its nine songs as peacefully as the reflection of a Cuban moon slipping across the water. With the release of Eric Idle Sings Monty Python, those halcyon days return like a bad Spam flashback. When someone as obscenely successful as William Orbit announces that his next project will be a genre-busting remix of famed classical perennials, it's only human to secretly hope he's hoisted by the pricey petards of his possibly blind ambition.