Getting Colder By The Year | JJ Soul Band

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"When I started playing the tracks I was very impressed by how smooth they sounded."
Gulf Coast Music Review.

"These guys from Iceland and that one guy from the UK really know how to put out a first class album that is both fun and sophisticated at the same time."
Andrea Guy - ReviewYou

"With a stellar band and instrumentalists at hand, the boys from Iceland execute nicely."
Ross Christopher - Awaken Music

“Excellent musicianship, fine arrangements, impeachable mixing …”
Dagbjartur Gunnar Ludviksson - Monitor

“… seldom heard more talented musicians gathered on one album… ”
Harold van Dorth - Bobtje's Blues

“Good entertainment. JJ’s vocals are nice and warm. Blues and jazz flavoured music with a swing. Well written music and lyrics. This one will appeal to all those who like thoughtful and sophisticated music.”
Arni Matthiasson - Morgunbladid

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About the artist

Pop/jazz/funk/blues and whatnot performed by an Icelandic band fronted by UK vocalist/songwriter/lyricist JJ Soul.
When living in Iceland for a brief period (‘93-‘97), JJ Soul met songwriter Ingvi Thor Kormaksson and soon they began writing music together.
In 1994 they made their first album, ‘Hungry for News’, with JJ Soul Band and in 1997, ‘City Life’. On both albums the music is many-sided; Blues, R&B, Fusion, Rock, Pop and even Samba, sometimes all in one (blues-confusion?).
The band has mainly served as a vehicle for the songwriting team. The third album was ‘Reach for the Sky’ (2002) and finally there is “Bright Lights” in 2008.

Lyrics

It’s nine below zero getting bitter on my soul
The house on the hill it’s abandoned and cold
It ain’t nothing but loves graveyard template for the blues
Getting colder by the year but that ain’t news
Now Larry says the moon has turned it’s getting outta hand...
Boys I’ve got the venue but I don’t have the band
Got bitten by a dog on the way to my shoes
Getting colder by the year but that ain’t news
I’m too young to be out on the street
I’m tired of possibilities the same
I’m always corresponding to the temperature at large
And I’m drawn like a moth to the flame
I’m always incoherent should be lucid and clear Blind as a bat on the run
There’s not much in general that I care to say
A scarecrow left out in the sun