Andreas Rotevatn / Albumslippfest på Kampen Bistro
Andreas Rotevatn / Albumslippfest på Kampen Bistro — album release party
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The myth of Icarus is relatively well known: he was given wings by his father and told not to fly too close to the sun. Andreas Rotevatn takes the title of his second album, “Mellom Saltvann og sola”, from this myth. The album is being released these days on Grappa. With last year’s stellar night still fresh in our minds, when he and his exceptional band rocked Kampen Bistro, we’re looking forward to his return on Thursday 26 November to celebrate the album release.
Norwegian trombonist Andreas Rotevatn has made a name for himself in recent years as a composer and bandleader. One journalist described what it’s like to attend an Andreas Rotevatn concert like this: “Imagine music being so playful and spontaneous, so energetic, driving and cheeky, so smart and so silly! The music is pop, but not poppy. It’s jazzy, but not jazz. But who really cares about categories like that? Andreas Rotevatn simply makes damn good music!”
Bergens Tidende journalist Bertelsen hit the nail on the head with his description of what to expect from a concert with Rotevatn and his star band. When guitarist Sander Nordahl, bassist Nikolai Hængsle and drummer Elias Tafjord get the groove going, it’s hard not to feel it in your body. After a strong summer of festivals, with concerts at Moldejazz, Vinjerock, Malakoff and Bergtatt-festivalen, among others, the band is in top form! On Thursday 26 November, he’ll celebrate the album release at Kampen Bistro, backed by an elite team of Norwegian musicians. Don’t miss it!
Andreas Rotevatn was born and raised in Nordfjordeid. He now lives in Oslo and has built a solid career as a musician and composer. Among other things, he was nominated for a Spellemann award in 2020 and has toured with various bands and artists, including Cezinando, Jaga Jazzist, OJKOS and Ytre Suløens Jass-Ensemble. In his solo project, his varied background comes together in a joyful blend of musical styles. Yet the music still sounds unmistakably like Rotevatn—with your feet always itching to move and your heart worn on your sleeve.