I’m absolutely surprised by how much The Imperfectionist by Nothing Concrete resonates as a wonderful collision of raw humanity and musical craftsmanship. From the first notes of “The Boats,” there’s this sense of wandering stories painted in Afrobeat rhythms and gentle folk guitar—so moving it made me smile as I listened. Recorded in a handcrafted straw‑bale studio in the Pyrenees, the album breathes with warmth and authenticity, as if you can sense the wood shavings and mountain air behind each take.
What strikes me most is the way Nothing Concrete navigates genre without hesitation, slipping from tango to blues, swing to cumbia, yet every track feels purposeful and honest. I’m writing this and realizing I genuinely admire their fearless embrace of imperfection. Songs like “He Don’t Do Much Of That Now” offer playful, funk‑tinged reflections on aging, while “Cometh the Hour” rides a soulful groove that feels timeless.
I’m drawn into a world that’s unpolished but alive, where sketches of human stories are favored over flawless surfaces. The Imperfectionist doesn’t just invite you to listen; it welcomes you into a vibrant, communal tapestry of sound.