You know, with all the brutality, fuzz, violence, riffs and electronic beats (to name a few), running through my speakers on a daily basis, there is one thing that always seems to win. In my direct neighbourhood, some of the apartments surrounding mine to be specific, seems to be a piano. Whenever someone starts playing that thing, I often shut down my stereo and listen to the spontaneous sounds from behind the walls.
So yes, I learned to love the piano, especially when someone with a lot of talent is cooperating with it. Yes, cooperating, sometimes I feel like every good piano piece is a duet between the instrument and the one touching the ivory. That certainly seems to be the case on this album. With the piano as central (and only) instrument, Italian composer Igor Longhi creates beautiful unsung songs, lullabies and imaginary landscapes.
What reviewers often do these days, is compare these piano pieces with modern day composers like Olafur Arnalds and Nils Frahm. However, my experience tells me that there is a lot more to these musicians and I’m often inclined to mention people like Chopin, Sibelius or, in this case, Wim Mertens. That certainly is the case with Igor Longhi, who seems to shun everything modern and delve deep into the gentle sound of his piano.
Sometimes the music is romantic, sometimes dramatic, sometimes playful, sometimes calm and subdued and sometimes extravert and immersive but there is always a touch of magic, as if the artist is merely the medium the piano needs to tell its stories. But you know, I could write down immense sentences about how brilliant this album is, or I can just sit back, relax and enjoy the beauty. I suggest you join me in doing the latter…