Of all the nonsensical musical genres, perhaps the most irksome is one coined here in Japan: “healing” music.

For “healing” read Muzak of the blandest variety — an endless drivel of so-called mystical keyboards, some “meaningfully” intoned lyrics, a few natural or “ethnic” sounds and pretentious waffle about spirituality masquerading as liner notes. In short, a blancmange of the brain, capable only of healing a severe bout of insomnia.

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