Guitar skill is tough to judge. Some covet Eddie Van Halen, others Sandy Bull, most droll work from The Edge or those guys in all the bands that sound happily alike. Tashi Dorji wants it all and none of it. His self-titled cassette is a menagerie of different guitar explorations: broken fragments of bored plucks; sporadic noodling across the fret board; patient smacks of steel. All of it very good and worth many listens, to pick and choose with section of which song is worth memorizing. And you’ll want the ability to recall these melodies through the day in an effort to replace the dull sounds of our boxed-in world. Noises to make elevator dings more delightful, door bells more tolerable, and life a bit brighter. A nice tide to wash away the cynicism and crud.
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