Live albums don’t usually offer casual listeners a great entry point, but Daniel Norgren’s Live, recorded just before the lockdowns of last year, not only presents his best songs, but also widens the scope of the Swedish blues interpreter’s music sounds like.
“The Flow,” which is, frankly, just a mean, lean motherfucker of a song. Norgren keeps the affair ambient and sparse – a languid and nocturnal blues, one that fogs the senses with a hint of inherent yet nebulous danger. Channeling Neil Young lost somewhere in outer space, Norgren is just “bumming around / trying to find the flow.” Sinewy streaks of pedal steel, forlorn saxophone, delicate piano, and blown-out howling electric guitar are his sole company […]
Daniel Norgren grew up in Sweden driven by an idea of America, a composite of our country built on the films he saw and records he played. You can hear […]