Nils Petter Molvaer | Khmer
The first time I saw Nils Petter Molvaer playing live I thought the world was coming to an end. It was at the Voss Jazz Festival in Norway, my first visit there in 2003. The members of his band were stretched across a huge stage in a sports hall, at the back of which ran black and white images which seared into my mind. The music was urgent, pulsing, unsettling. Cutting through it was the breath of an angel – not the gentle angels of Romantic paintings – but a powerful archangel brandishing a fiery sword – the sound of the trumpet.