Rebekka Karijord - The Noble Art of Letting Go

A classic example of timelessness.

Released 17 Jan 2011 | Lill Facit Records | By Martin Guttridge-Hewitt | Rating: 4-5
Rebekka Karijord - The Noble Art of Letting Go

Another month, another female solo artist with a slightly obscure name, on a mission to break hearts and capture minds. It’s a singer-songwriter jungle out there, baby, and it looks like we forgot to watch our backs as a silent monster approached.

To list the likes of Regina Spektor, Feist and Kate Bush as cornerstones for comparison would be a little lazy, not to mention obvious. So let’s just say that if some unimaginative scribe did use these as points of reference, it would be fitting considering the obvious talent at work here. Strong words, but after indulging in the somewhat sumptuous eleven tracks offered on this disc, it’s hard to argue against them.

In contrast to all of the aforementioned leading ladies, Karijord is more of a traditionalist, whether you see it in the innocent, fairytale-like 'Paperboy', or the desperate cries of the title track and 'Dead On My Feet'. From the piano that constitutes the basis for all her arrangements wonderful stories unfold, taking the listener on routes chartered by folk and classical, made new through fresh eyes (and ears).

'Undo Love' provides perhaps the most apt moment in terms of form. It’s a bit like driving down a snow-laden road in the dead of winter, before immersing yourself in the memory of a warmer, distant past. The change in rhythm between verse and chorus mirrors this duality- a trait that appears to be held dearly by the artist. Lucidity rules, as tracks are filled with seamless transitions between beauty and desolation.

Those looking for the obvious singles should be satisfied enough with 'This Anarchistic Heart'. The quickening of pace, in relation to almost everything else on the album, is notable. As is the clear sing-along attributes of the “Trip, fall, trip, fall” lyrics. While she might not be doing anything new, with this collection Karijord provides a classic example of timelessness, proving why some genres require constant reappraisal and ongoing re-appropriation, despite their apparent saturation.