Desberg can count such luminaries as The Gibson-Baldwin Grammy Jazz Ensembles and The Brubeck Summer Colony amongst her past mentors and collaborators. She has a real fondness for a sneaking and snaking sax line which crawls into your guts, then starts sparking electricity around, like some kind of electric eel.
It can be shocking, a little bit sore, but kind of exciting with it, too. In this sense, she shares a fair bit of common ground with Portishead. She can be seductive one minute and then caustic the next. It’s a very lulling kind of album, but you get a few kicks along the way, which is kind of good, too.
This is not original subject matter – the world is going to pot, but we still have each other and the rich outweigh the poor in more ways than one. But what really makes them work here is Desberg’s beautiful voice and gift for vocal phrasing.
