Jazz from Los Angeles, a beautiful thing, especially as the sun shines an average of 263 days a year, maybe more; you only have to look out of the window. And what do you listen to then? Not jazz, of course. At least not in the way you once imagined it. But now is now, and LA is a strangely precious spot on Google Maps. Apifera, a four-piece band, has been making refined wellness music there for a couple of years and for the second time on Stones Throw. With the first album, the high culture departments could have made it easy for themselves, because they could write: It’s fusion, it’s cool, yeah!
[Features]Now things have got a bit more complicated. Apifera do what you’d expect them to do if you knew they liked Madlib and Air and Pink Floyd and Squarepusher. Everything you’re categorically allowed to like that is. Fortunately, the open »outside« drapes itself over the album, sometimes sounding like Mort Garson’s greenhouse symphonies and sometimes like the latest bedroom pop cassette from, say, a campfire band from Nebraska. It’s not bad driving up and down Ocean Boulevard twice in between. The sun always seems to be shining here.
Keep The Outside Open
