This is neither the intersecting points between supply and demand curves or that Matrix knockoff starting Christian Bale. Rather, it’s a solo effort from a Canadian musician named Erik Mongrain. The album is strictly instrumental and in case you’re wondering; his specialty is the acoustic guitar. His brother, Yan Mongrain, is a different sort of artist. He’s responsible for the water color on the paper canvas that accompanies the media.

To make it less folksy, he’s commissioned a courageous unit. This consists of a fearless fretless bass that’s ready to recoil from Michael Manring’s holster. Alternatively, Bill Plumber focuses his synthesizer as if it were the precision scope on a sniper’s rifle.

Apart from his deputies, there is another silent partner in his security detail. A nameless heavy sparingly handles snare drums. Well, that person is unnamed because it is EriK Mongrain himself who s pretty talented in how he rhythmically slaps the body of his instrument to sound like percussion.

This review is available in book format (hardcover and paperback) in Music Street Journal: 2008  Volume 6 at lulu.com/strangesound.