Wadji Cherif's Jasmine lacks any thrill of past heritages. He opens a new terrain, one that is mostly new jazz compared to his first Arabic-tinted album. Instead of sticking to what he knows best, he mixes genres and comes out with a new drudged sound. Each instrument on the album is dragged out to it's core; one cannot feel where he came from, nor can anyone appreciate his decision to go more mainstream jazz. Each sing is refarded as delirious comfort and no wonder it's intention was to grab the sleeper to see through the monochrome feel. Comfort works and serves a purpose. I am not sure if this purpose entailed such a slow response from the listener. "Geranium Blues" is the first track to perk up the ears, yet it comes at the half-way point. "Marseille" offers beautiful piano; it works well with he treacherous pace of this abum, but again, should have come way before any of his other material. "Falasies" is a misnomer; it can fool many into reading 'falacies', in which case, rings truer to the song. "Jasmine" contains the most arabic sounds on the album, with harmonic flutes gracing over sporadic piano and a confused guitar.