Dry Body, Dry Bones Album

Introducing Lindsjö and his guitar, it would seem unjust to posit them in one corner or the other, even though his playing without apologies takes cues from past decades of string plucking. Old idioms are picked up, domesticized and wrapped tightly before pulled to a neck twisting uttermost – even venturing into the blues.Just listen closely:...koeeeeng...kttanngg...koiiii..tkk....– Reichel? Bailey?...badibadabibee//bu//ba//bú//bubebo...– Al di Meola?...kbjaa..e(x)......schrrm......baoiii...la-la-le(y)...– Burkhard Stangl?Possibly, but I'd say the whole lot of them – arguing about the same precise motion of finger against string. So where does this leave us in of 'style'?The more I’ve seen Anders perform live, the less I am prone to think in of style and genre. Instead, listening to Dry Body, Dry Bones I just hear the familiar sounds of what I’d like to term Andersmuziek: le jeu de Anders – die Musik von Anders Lindsjö. This is the recorded output of an artist negotiating a number of improvised modes, having more to do with mapping out a distinctly personal, emotional expression than of securing a certain position within the diverse field of contemporary music.This is a hint at the white spaces still scattered over the object and landscape commonly referred to as the guitar.– Peter Henning, Malmö 2009