With their bigger and better second album, London-based indie/dance band Boxed In have earned their breakout moment
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While it's refreshing to see an artist unconcerned with regurgitating tired old product, if this jazz jungle material is his new direction, it's something of a step back...
Despite doing something as mundane, and so like, un-globalinteractivemultimediahappening as bagging the Mercury Music Prize, Talvin can still ride high on a glossy magazine-endorsed cache, safe in the knowledge that everyone around him is too scared of losing fashion points to claim that the album, 'OK', was just that. Perhaps that's why he seems to feel he can fart around so much tonight.
Unconcerned with showcasing any recognisable moments from his award-winning ethno-tronic opus, Talvin and his band instead wreak percussive havoc. Despite his undoubted skill on the tablas, Talvin really doesn't do very much. He adjusts levels, phases in futuristic sounds and he does some keyboard noodling. It all adds up to an initially frenetic, compulsive barrage of synth mantras and precision rhythms, which eventually dissipate into an improvisatory mess.
And while it's refreshing to see an artist unconcerned with regurgitating tired old product, if this jazz jungle material is his new direction, it's something of a step back. For all its faults, 'OK' is an album which pushes at boundaries, both sonic and geographic, wallowing in international influences, often with stunning results. Tonight, Talvin just consolidated his position, and never strayed too close to that cutting edge which proved so fruitful in his work and the pioneering 'Anokha' compilation.
That hair, those fingers, the whole breath-catchingly up-to-the-minute frisson of it all - well, Talvin promises a lot. He had fun, we embraced the cool. Seems like he got the better deal.
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