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Dykdypp – the band with the most misspelled name in Norwegian music history, and one that will continue to torment proofreaders in jazz magazines and festivals for years to come.

A tornado of soaring saxophone solos, scraping — almost screaming — guitar, driving bass, steady drumming, and wild energy… and right in the middle of it all: cello!

Despite their young age and a mix of still-in-progress and freshly completed jazz studies (from Bergen and Trondheim, respectively), the band has already celebrated multiple birthdays together.

What might appear from the outside as a glorious mess — orange, brown, and blonde; messy and neat; tall and short; smooth and scruffy; uncompromising and fragile; plucking and blowing — is united through breathless, folk-infused rock-prog-jazz. Where the only thing more rock’n’roll than the electric guitar is the saxophone.

That you’ll love this vinyl/CD/streaming link for the rest of your life, I have no more doubt about than that you’ll get a proper workout for your neck, tapping foot, and smile muscles at a Dykdypp concert.

Enjoy!