Title: Typical formula billed as "light jazz"
Product review: This is a typical example of the generic, formula-driven music that has taken over jazz radio, disguising and trying to legitimize itself by using the term "light jazz". There is nothing passionate about this album. There is no soul or feeling - nothing that reaches into your heart and makes you - beyond explanation - yearn for more. There are no stirring melodies, only some "doodling" on the guitar. Nothing on this record is unique; everything has been done before. This album is neither joyous nor sorrowful, neither melancholic nor exhilarating, neither discouraging nor inspiring. It's like eating a raw oyster - there's no flavor, no consistency, no substance. It is "safe" music - no envelopes are pushed, no boundaries are stretched, no rules are broken. This is just next in a genre that has gotten more and more stagnant with each passing record.
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