Möller Records – 9th September 2024
Ambient Short Stories is the tenth album by Frosti Jonsson, who records as Bistro Boy. As selected monikers go, this isn’t one of the best in terms of what it connotes, at least for me. While I accept that there’s an element of personal perception involved here, there’s little escaping the fact that there’s a strong whiff of middle-class superiority in the mix here, a late-nineties / turn of the millennium snobbery with a hint of contemporaneous IKEA-tinged cool.
Cut back to 1997, my then girlfriend and I bought our first flat, a cardboardy newbuild with magnolia walls and magnolia carpets, which we stuffed with pine units and furnished the dining part of the open-plan kitchen-dining space with a trendy bistro-style circular table and chairs. On the other side of the same room, we’d sit on the IKEA sofa and watch Friends. I’ve actually got no beef with Friends, but fuck me, talk about cliché. We actually thought we were cool, and our friends did, too.
Ambient Short Stories contains eleven instrumental – and as the title suggests – ambient works, which are pleasant, mellow, easy on the ear. Fair enough. The compositions aren’t the sort of thing you’d actually hear in a bistro, or any other social setting for that matter, although the style is very much background when it comes to the level of attention the album demands. From amidst the generally gentle drifts and rippling waves pipe up some unexpected incidental bits and bobs, and these interjections – whether they’re woodwind or some dominant lead synth or something else – feel a bit out of place, a fraction loud in the mix, a bit wrong, and also a bit dated, a bit post-Tubular Bells 80s / 90s New Age.
Ambient Short Stories isn’t bad, by any stretch: in fact, as a gentle ambient work, it brings almost exactly what you’d probably want: it’s slow, supple, soothing, spacious, and quite soporific, to the point that it almost feels like AI has conjured the perfect balance of light and dark. It isn’t particularly gripping, but I don’t think it’s intended to be, instead sowing seeds of ponderousness.
AA