Review

Every single one of the twelve tracks is an exercise in the kind of undercooked coffee table jazz last seen with the Brand New Heavies or Incognito.

Less Kitsun? Maison, more Kitsun? 'Meh'-son.

Across Tundras’ latest is a step forward and boasts some fine ideas. Maybe next time they’ll manage to keep it up for the duration.

An occasionally breathtaking pastiche.

This little monster is out of the lab and on a rampage.

Mostly average, with one outstanding moment.