Initial interest in Matt Fugate & Chris Strouth’s charming tale of a Christmas snail whose journey parallels that of the Buddha’s, and my special pleasure at Fugate’s deadpan delivery, was destroyed by unimaginative, unvaried music that can never pass as soulful jazz. By the fourth dreadful instrumental interlude, I could not continue listening. What a shame. |
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