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Sunday, November 10, 2013

Tanja Feichtmair, Uli Winter & Fredi Pröll - Trio Now! (Leo, 2013) ***½

By Stef

Ever heard of Tanja Feichtmair? She plays alto. Ever heard of Uli Winter? He plays cello. Ever heard of Fredi Pröll? He plays drums. Ever heard of Trio Now!? Well now you have. And don't forget these musicians.

I must admit: I had heard of them through their previous album "The Zipper" with Josef Novotny on keyboards and electronics, one of those albums that have been balancing on the review/no review edge, but then unfortunately didn't.

But what Trio Now! brings us here is absolutely and without hesitation worth sharing. In the best of free jazz tradition, full of energy and power, with relentless blowing and dito rhythm section, in a very European way, think of Paul Dunmall, think of Frode Gjerstad, balancing between lyricism and free improv, and basically blending both, resulting in raw intensity and energy, sometimes going utterly explosive as on the long "Walter", in which the careful and somewhat seeking built-up erupts after eight minutes as one common force.

"The Gift" is again more jazzy, with longer phrases over a fierce rhythm section. But then suddenly the atmosphere changes into the barely audible "Free Eggs", in which all three musicians create a collage of diverse notes and sounds, with silence being the main instrument, flanked and nudged by the sax cello drums yet ever so lightly, only towards the end gaining momentum and volume. 

The best track is the long "Now!", the opener of the album, and a strong powerful word of welcome to a new audience, showing the trio at its best, coherent, focused, energetic and lyrical. The worst track is the last one "Over The Rainbow", which consists of the trio's infantile shouting of the well-known tune, and in my opinion plain silly. The album would have been better and more coherent without it. 

Saturday, November 9, 2013

Marc Hannaford, Scott Tinkler & Simon Barker - Faceless Dullard (Marchon, 2013) ****½

By Stef

Some musicians seem to be made for each other, as is the case with these three Australian masters, Marc Hannaford on piano, Scott Tinkler on trumpet and Simon Barker on drums, who have released albums in various bands and settings, most of which are easy to recommend, and as can be suspected, reviewed on this blog in the past years.

I have no clue what the title means nor what it refers to. What matters is the music, which consists of one long improvised track of fourty-eight minutes, extremely jazzy in its phrasings and rhythms, full of pulse and nervous tension, and possibly the most amazing thing is the interaction between the three, which is phenomenal by the coherence of it, the space they leave each other, without ever letting go of the density and dynamic undercurrents, even when Hannaford takes the foreground after eighteen minutes for a piano solo, the pulse remains and the drums kick in easily, challenging the incredible rhythm, yet the next best thing about the overall sound is that all three musicians have both percussive and lyrical roles, not only alternating them, but playing them simultaneously, easy to believe from a piano player, but here it's also true for Tinkler, who is a rhythmic improviser, and Barker whose lyricism on drums equals his percussive power.

And then you have the telepathic interplay, including intense moments that suddenly end in silence for a second, only to move forward again, and in a long improvisation, this requires some strong listening skills and good knowledge of each other's playing.

The second part of the piece is a little less energetic, yet the tension is maintained, with Hannaford and Tinkler exchanging some abstract and eery phrases, but beautiful, beautiful, and then Barker kicks them back to full energy nearing the end, for a kind of grand finale, but beautiful, beautiful and intense.

Highly recommended.

The album is dedicated to Australian alto saxophonist David Ades, who passed away yesterday.


Listen and download from Bandcamp.
 



Friday, November 8, 2013

Tomasz Dabrowski & Tyshawn Sorey - Steps (ForTune, 2013) ****

By Stef

New York drummer Tyshawn Sorey is already a stylistic reference in modern drumming, with a discography of five albums, the latest one "Union" by Paradoxical Frog, with Kris Davis and Ingrid Laubrock, despite his young age, and we find him now in the company of Polish trumpeter Tomasz Dabrowki, known from Hunger Pangs with "Meet Meat" and from his own Tom Trio, both recently reviewed here, as talented and even younger than the drummer.

Both met a clinic that Sorey gave in Poland, and they decided to perform this fascinating duo performance, a format that is not only one of my favorites (see the "trumpet-drums" label in the right column), but also one that finds appeal among the young generation of Polish musicians (Artur Majewski and Kuba Suchar, Wojtek Jachna and Jacek Buhl, Kamil Szuszkiewicz & Hubert Zemler) amazingly enough, and of course also with the grandmasters of trumpet and drums improvisation: Bill Dixon and Tony Oxley, Don Cherry and Ed Blackwell, Wadada Leo Smith and Blackwell/DeJohnette/Sommers/Rudolph, Lester Bowie and Philip Wilson .

To the music now : both musicians treat their instruments in the traditional way : no electronics, no extended techniques, just plain playing, and which is good because both musicians are quite refined stylists, lovers of clear sounds which bounce and dance around each other. All tracks are called "Songs", which testifies of the compact lyricism of the compositions and the playing. A single idea, a tune, a mood, a rhythm to play with, to expand on, to interact on, and then on to the next tune. Simplicity and musical joy are at the core of this album. The moods can be solemn, playful or even jubilant, and the total is a coherent treat of raw sophistication, intimate and sensitive.

Highly recommended for fans of the format.

 


Skúli Sverrisson/Óskar Guðjónsson - The Box Tree (Mengi, 2013) ***

By Paolo Casertano

Desist is an album from 1999 featuring the Icelandic composer and bassist Skúli Sverrisson and the Australian clarinettist Anthony Burr, noticeably not playing their respective instrument here, being the work primarily constituted of dark electronic soundscapes. Certainly it’s not a milestone in the history of music but it marked a really important step forward - if you care about directions - for my understanding of composition and sound in general. At the time, in my early twenties, it showed me, after several years of punk formerly and post-rock just after, how I was going to mature my notion of freedom in music, a notion that can be easily summed up in “it doesn’t matter what instrument you play if you have some serious ideas to develop”. I should point out another work as important to me, which is the enormous 1-3 by Supersilent, released in the same year. I haven’t followed Sverrisson’s career that much after the quoted album, even if the same duo released another interesting cooperation in 2005 called A thousand incidents arise – in which the sounds of real physical instruments as we know them started to emerge. To be thorough he has had a really brilliant and notable career since then, an impressive discography and a really wide range of collaborations spanning many genres and involving names as Laurie Anderson, David Sylvian and Blonde Redhead.

By the way this story is basically the main reason why I decided to review this 2013 release where Sverrisson, here on classical guitar, teams up with a compatriot sax player by the very accented name of Óskar Guðjónsson. I’m sorry for the ones thinking that there could have been some more serious reasons behind my choices. Then I started listening to it and I realized that my choice was not so accidental (or if you feel mystic, that coincidence more likely doesn’t exists).

Beyond question this is a pleasurable album, quiet, traditional in the best possible meaning of this equivocal word, a work that shows us the musicians totally in command of their instruments. It is a relaxing album that you may want to listen after a hard day, just to regain a peaceful rhythm. There’s the evident purpose to leave the instruments and the tones fully unaltered, pure and totally acoustic, walking through widely known paths with no less intensity and feeling as if it would be the first time.

What grabs my attention here is the synchronic course that characterises my intersections with Sverrisson music. He has a strong classical education even if, when I first got to know him, I was still dealing with the belief that tangible wood or strings instruments as much as a polyphonic orchestration were not enough - and, I can admit, not enough “cool” - to give completeness to a musical creation (it was long time before the “modern classical” renaissance), and now that I don’t pay much attention anymore to the source and genesis of an act of sound, but rather just try to grasp just the idea that it conveys, Sverrisson is back in some way to the roots playing old fashioned tunes. So we met again.

Everything here reminds me just how much I’m fashionable and how fast the time goes by. But this is another story.


Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Guitars, guitars, guitars, guitars, guitars, ....

By Stef

For one or the other reason, plenty of guitar albums have remained unreviewed on this blog, and maybe that's due to the instrument itself, somehow less suited for free improv than sax or trumpet or piano, and maybe that's due to the reviewers, who are themselves musicians on other instruments. Or maybe the guitar is less a jazz or free improv instrument, and more of a rock tool, easier to blend genres and hence risking to fall without the already flexible criteria of this blog's profile. Whatever the reason, I thought it would make some sense to review some of the recent albums in which the guitar plays a decisive role in the overall sound, and this across all subgenres, from the nervous intimacy of an acoustic Derek Bailey to the terrifying armageddon of an electric Richard Pinhas. And yes, we cross genres here.

But let's start with the traditionalists


Ralph Towner, Slava Grigoryan, Wolfgang Muthspiel - Travel Guide (ECM, 2013)


When many years younger, "Sargasso Sea", with John Abrecrombie and Ralph Towner was one of those albums I could listen to in quieter moments, just like I like "Batik" and "Solstice", in my ECM period. Yet there is only so much I can have of this. It is beautiful music, somewhat lacking tension and intensity, but beautiful.

After their previous album "From A Dream" (2008), we find Ralph Towner back with Wolfgang Muthspiel and Slava Grigoryan. Towner on his usual classical and 12-string classical guitars, Muthspiel on electric guitar and Grigoryan on classical and baritone guitars. The music is sophisticated, refined, subtle, and inobtrusive. This is like the opposite of a Derek Bailey album. As uneventful as watching a horizon on an aquarel painting.


Bill Frisell - Solos - The Jazz Sessions (Original Spin, 2013) 


Guitar wizard Bill Frisell's technical skills and innovative power keeps amazing me. This is the CD or download version of a DVD series that highlight the solo performances of some great contemporary American jazz musicians. As you can expect, Frisell is excellent at this : clear-toned, sometimes mellow on traditionals, or bluesy as on "Masters Of War" or "Boubacar". There are no real new tunes, just solo performances of material to be found elsewhere on his extensive discography. So far the whole performance is quite intimate and interspersed with short interviews. It's only on the long "Shenandoah" that he shows his other side, using dub and delay and distortion for a while, but then his softer side seems to win, quieting the inner voice of revolt into one of discipline and control.  Excellent stuff.

Listen and download from eMusic.


Another approach is to mix guitars with influences from other cultures, often with success if done respectfully.

Paolo Angeli - Sale Quanto Basta (Rer, 2013)


I know Italian guitarist Paolo Angeli only from "Uotua", his duo release with Hamid Drake on percussion, but this one is slightly different. It is more welcoming and accessible, with his custom Sardinian acoustic guitar playing all the various parts of the compositions dubbed in various layers, as if you're listening to a guitar ensemble. 

Angeli starts from what we know, traditional guitar playing, then adds his bowed playing, adds interesting new sounds and arrangements. On some tracks he sings, and like on his playing, he is not scared to do what he thinks needs to be done, without compromise for audience preferences. It is in this sense quite authentic and vulnerable too. Unfortunately the whole album is not of the same level, with possibly too many styles and approaches. More unity of voice and atmosphere, could have made this album even stronger. 

Listen and download from the label


Yang Jing & Christy Doran - No.9 (Leo, 2013)



Christy Doran is an incredible guitarist, yet has in my opinion had difficulties in finding his own kind of music, varying between free jazz, rock and fusion, but on this album, in the company of Yang Jing on pipa and guzheng, the collaboration and the sound are pitch perfect. This music is intimate, beautiful and wonderful. It has an aesthetic that is hard to qualify, with Jing and Doran demonstrating what accuracy and precision can mean to an overall sound, even if the notes are limited and sparse, Doran can't help himself and needs to give some fast runs once in a while, but then there not of the showing off kind.

A highly unusual yet very nice album.

Listen on CDUniverse.


Takuo Tanikawa - Music For Contemporary Kagura (Improvising Beings, 2013)



Kagura is a form of traditional Japanese dance theater, about which you can read more on wikipedia. This fantastic album has Takuo Tanikawa on electric guitar and koto, Jun Kawasaki on bass and percussion, Sabu Toyozumi and Shota Koyama on percussion, and Alan Silva on synthesizer.

On this album the atmosphere is also of the darker kind, varying between traditional and slow koto playing and unidentifiable noise, which gradually gains momentum over the various tracks, but then lo and behold suddenly a guitar is actually recognisable, creating ripple effects on the lake of sound that it trickles on, but then noise regains, all in all in a very aesthetic, well-paced flow.


Elliott Sharp - Haptikon (Long Song, 2013)


On Haptikon, Elliott Sharp moves into the more mainstream world of jazz fusion, with obvious influences from rock and Indian music. Sharp has a tendency on other albums to present too self-indulgent music, as with many fusion guitarists and tenor opera singers, yet that's less the case here. Assisted by programmed music on computer, with recognisable bass and drums, the guitarists plays layers of electric guitar in loops and manipulated sound, and the end result is really compelling, hopefully also to non-jazz fans. David Torn comes to mind at times, and that's a good reference, and on "Phosphenes" the most bluesy of the tracks, Hendrix comes to mind, and that's not a bad reference either, on "Pireps", his high bended and sustained notes are reminiscent of David Gilmour, and that's equally not a bad reference. Sharp avoids high speed solos and the kind of look-what-I-can pyrotechnics, rather focusing on creating great compositions and sound experiences, and at times incredibly strong dramatic effects. The joy of electric guitar.

Listen and download from CDBaby.


Then we have the "new sounds" on jazz guitar and improv : direct, unrestricted and often confrontational.


Derek Bailey & Simon H. Fell ‎– The Complete 15 August 2001 (Confront, 2013)
Recorded in 2001, and remastered, this albums brings a duo performance of iconoclast guitarist Derek Bailey with free improv bassist Simon H. Fell. Both musicians play unplugged, in a raw but intense interplay of dancing notes without apparent context and structure, apart from reacting to the note before and the other instrument. It sounds primarily as Bailey, with sounds like cluttering gravel or sand between your teeth, pretty intense and physical and unavoidable. Fell does likewise, whether arco or scraping or plucking, resonance is avoided at all cost, notes are as short as the time to produce them, as if both artists have no other intention than smothering their instruments, yet in the process extracting unheard possibilities of nervous initimacy.

Available from iTunes.


Totem - Voices of Grain (New Atlantis, 2013)


Totem are Bruce Eisenbeil on guitar, Tom Blancarte on bass and Andrew Drury on drums, all three well-known musicians of modern improvised music. I was quite enthusiastic about the band's debut album "Solar Forge", and rightly so. On "Voices Of Grain", they continue their journey into a land of harshness and brutal sound, without embelishments or polishing or other sophisticated treatments. Their sound is raw and energetic, but of a kind that's not often heard before, at the same time unwelcoming and fascinating, with what the label describes well as "splintered atonality", and even the slower tracks have an equally destructive force, of the kind that makes you wonder whether they want audiences to cheer or to run away, and it's possibly both, because if one thing, it will not leave you indifferent, and that's a good quality.

Listen and order from iTunes.


Toshimaru Nakamura & Manuel Mota - Foz (2013)


Foz is an album for two electric guitars, one played by Toshimaru Nakamura from Japan, the other by Manuel Mota from Portugal, and for once the guitars sound like guitars, captured in an intimate and fully improvised dialogue of loose notes, arpeggios, feedback and noise. Even if the music is pretty much "in the moment", the musicians interact well and manage to create quite a coherent vision. That said, it is an interesting listening experience, but not one that will be listened to a lot, at least not by me.

Listen on Soundcloud.


So much for recognisable guitars, let's take a look at new sounds on the instrument.


Rafael Toral - Love (2013)

Portuguese guitarist and electronics wizard brings this wonderful ode to John Cage, re-imagining the master's music while keeping its original concept, by adding ambient sounds and noises to the music. The opening track is Cage's famous 4'33" which consists of silence, but Toral turns it into street sounds in Portugal, including a passing tram, emphasising that Cage did not mean actual silence, yet forcing the listener to listen to all other surrounding noises. The next piece continues in the same vein, adding collages of street sounds with sparse guitar notes to add rhythm and some melodic context. Is this a guitar album? I'm not sure. It's electronic music, based on the guitar as the prime instrument.

Listen and download for free.


Loren Connors - The Departing of a Dream (Family Vineyard, re-issue, 2013)


Re-issue of Loren Connors' dark masterpiece of 2002. Electric guitar in slow motion and deep despair. Not to be missed.

Listen on Soundcloud.


Ernesto Diaz-Infante & Helena Espvall  - A Hallowed Shell of Ash and Rust‏ (Erototox Decodings, 2013)

In the meantime, we are far away from jazz, actually completely distant from it. Ernesto Diaz-Infante plays guitar, yes, but where is the sound of the instrument? it is here, but where? Helena Espivall plays guitar and cello, and yes, the cello can be identified on some tracks, although even that is not very clear. The duo's music is atmospheric and dark, without density but with substance, flowing inexorably forward, like red lava into the dark ocean, or back into earth. Beautiful doom.

And the track list reads like a poem.

Breathing structures
With space
In the spirit Interiority
These are bridges
Into nothing
Into subterranean heavens
Hollow earth theory
Where the archivist stands
Ringing out tomorrows
Against a realization in weathered iron
A glamour in base materials
Something ancient being born.

Listen on Soundcloud


Charbel Haber - It Ended Up Being A Great Day, Mr Allende (Al Maslakh, 2013)


Lebanese guitarist Charbel Haber uses one of my favorite authors, Chilean Roberto Bolaño as his inspiration, at least in the titles - and more specifically his novel "Nazi Literature In The Americas" (with link to my undervisited contemporary novels review blog). Charbel adds layers upon layers of guitar sounds on top of each other, leading to strange universes, which on the first track seem to come from an organ, in a perpetual stream of sound, like a huge river moving forward, but things get more interesting with the second track, on which little sounds percollate on a canvas of surprise, of intimacy and wonder and darkness, and in that sense indeed more in line with Bolaño's literature. So is the next tune, that gradually builds up to some high-pitched tones, full of menace or other unmasked intentions. The last track, "Magicians, Mercenaries and Miserable Creatures", kind of blends the previous approaches all into one, with organ-like backdrop for easily idenitifiable repetitive guitar sounds starting somewhat halfway the piece.

A strange album beyond category.

Listen on Soundcloud.


After the darkness, here comes the anger, with noise and violence. 


Luis Lopes - Noise Solo At ZDB Lisbon (LPZ, 2013)


Portuguese guitarist Luis Lopes has been featured many times on this blog, lately with his Humanization Quartet's "Live In Madison", but now we find him back on this vinyl LP on his own, producing, as the title suggests, noise solo for a little over half an hour of sound and feedback and, yes, noise, with crunching notes in between to distort the feedback. The B side is more muted, with sounds reduced to short bursts, without resonance and length, compressed into bips and bleeps for the first half, then dissonant energy kicks in, with wah-wah and long screams of agony and pain. We know Luis Lopes as a direct and functional guitarist in his own bands, precise and just. Yet, on this albums he completely lets loose his inner voices and demons, a therapeutic eruption of suppressed emotions, a fuck-you of radical sound, a release of pure and unadultered noise, a liberating experience if you manage to participate in it, as the listener.

Check some Youtube footage of the performance.


Thurston Moore & Loren Connors - The Only Way To Go Is Straight Through ‎ (Northern Spy,  2013)


Two guys sitting on chairs with guitars on their laps, using every possibly other thing to stick between the strings and then pull sound out of it, literally, or hammering or sawing the sound out of their instruments, with pedals and amps doing the rest of the work, generating a sound that is bizarre or otherworldly or demonic or primal or subconscious or cosmic or industrial or whatever you want it be, depending on the moment, the mood or the mindset. In any case this is not for the faint of heart, and possibly the only way to really listen to it is to offer no resistance, but then again, these guys don't take prisoners either. Or am I wrong ... is there some tenderness in minute 18 of the second track?

Listen on Soundcloud


Nuno Rebelo - Removed From The Flow Of Time (Creative Sources, 2013)


From clear-toned experimental to raw bluesy distorted sounds, Rebelo is presenting us with an overview of solo pieces recorded between 1992 and 1012. As with some of the other albums, these are all exercises in style and sound, but far from being a compelling and coherent album. The real interesting part is to follow the evolution, with the music becoming increasingly sparse, less recognisable as a guitar, and with silence gaining a strong foothold.


Volcano Radar - Refutation Of Time (Pan Y Rosas, 2013)



"Refutation of Time" is only half an hour long, but worth mentioning in this list. Julia Miller plays sitar guitar and MIDI guitar, Elbio Barilari electric guitar, Harrison Bankhead double bass and 6 string electric bass, and Avreeayl Ra plays drums.

Despite the short length of the album, it is not quite clear what is taking place here. Sounds grow gradually, almost purposeless, with no sense of direction, or even a starting point. The MIDI guitar sounds utterly bizarre and only after halfway does the electric guitar starts sounding for what it is, luckily then the drums start really playing with energy and rhythm, giving the music some backbone.

Download for free from Pan Y Rosas.


Farbwechsel - 12z (Bandcamp, 2013)



This Hungarian trio is already worth mentioning because of the fun art work, plagiarising London Calling by The Clash, turning the picture of Paul Simonon smashing his bass into a laborer digging a ditch. The trio is Marci Kristóf on electronics and kalimba, Aron Porteleki on drums and viola, and Bálint Szabó on guitar, electronics and log drum. It is improvised music, experimental and noisy.

Listen on Bandcamp.


Richard Pinhas - Desolation Row (Cuneiform,2013)



Absolute freaking madness. The opening track is nothing but high energy drums and bass over which the guitar builds a very distant wall of sound. Blistering and grand. The next track is more melodious and mid-tempo, the third a miasma of noise and raw power. On "Moog", you get the synth sound as the title suggests, to create a backdrop that could come from Gong, the seventies British-French prog rock band, including the distant sax. This is more rock than jazz territory, but the instrumental prowess, the great coherence of the sound, the sustained anger and expressivity, make this really worth mentioning. Frightening! With Oren Ambarchi on drums, guitar and electronics, Lasse Marhaug on electronics, Etienne Jaumet on analog synthesizer and sax, Noel Akchoté on stereo guitar, Eric Borelva on drums, and Duncan Nilsson on electronics and noise.

Listen on Bandcamp.


So this offers a wide pallette of sounds and moods and styles, all improv, all guitars, but with such a span of difference. You choose. I hope the links still work when you read this.


Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Fabric Trio - Murmurs (No Business, 2013) ****½

By Martin Schray

I guess we all know this. You buy a new record/CD and as soon as you are at home you put it on your stereo. You listen to it for the first time and you think: Okay, strong, a good album. Then you listen to it again and again and the more often you listen to it the better it gets. You discover hidden qualities, surprising and interesting details, you recognize what a treat it is. Fabric Trio’s “Murmurs” is exactly such an album.

The A-side of the record presents the Berlin-based band consisting of Frank Paul Schubert (alto and soprano saxophone), Mike Majkowski (bass) and Yorgos Dimitradis (drums) as an almost classical sax trio in the tradition of Ornette Coleman’s legendary “Golden Circle” band with David Izenzon and Charles Moffett because like them the trio acts almost independently without dissolving the group context. The music does not overwhelm the listener, it displays a natural, lyrical and elegant flow.

In “Jaw”, the first track, Schubert plays bright, guttural and coherent lines, exciting and full of contrasts, while bass and drums accompany him with unconventional, monotonous runs and bumpy beats. The band pushes this concept in “The Salt of Pleasure”, a track that reminds of the more introspective pieces of The Thing, while “Hook” and “Bristles” make you think of Coleman again. So far this would be a good album but there would be nothing special about it either. This radically changes on the flipside.
Hardly does the trio use conventional and classical structures of playing, alienation and the shaping of silence are the dominant stylistic devices. While Schubert plays melancholic blues lines in “Decomposer”, a track whose beginning is even right at the threshold of pain, bass and drums leave their supportive function and create a melodic, rhythmic and harmonic world of their own, which leads to a new form of communication compared to the first tracks. It seems as if the musicians were trying to discover the sounds of their instruments anew.

Especially “Acorn/Tongue”, the longest and most exciting composition of the album, tries to re-define sound.  The musicians play undefined overtones, Schubert’s sax sounds like a dying dragon, fatally wounded, exhaling steam from huge nostrils, weary, resigned, doomed. The drum beats come down on the creature like hailstones, and the bass accompanies this drama playing extremely high and low registers or it remains hammering percussive chords. The whole track can be considered as a suite of soundscapes, sound and silence are equal elements in the musical structure of the composition itself, with silence having become a medium to create structural tension and tonal concentration.

As I said in the beginning: “Murmurs” is an unusual, magnificent and captivating album, the deeper you listen to it, the more it grows.

Murmurs” is limited to 300 copies only and you can buy it from the label nobusinessrecords.com where you can also listen to short snippets of “Jaw” and “Decomposer”.

You can find a copy at instantjazz.com.


Monday, November 4, 2013

Keith Tippet & Giovanni Maier: Two For Joyce - Live In Trieste (Long Song, 2013) ****


By Colin Green

James Joyce (1882 – 1941) lived in Trieste for fifteen years from 1904, where he completed A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man and wrote most of Ulysses. Two statues, various tours around the city, and annual conferences now celebrate this famous resident. In May 2012, Keith Tippet (piano) and Giovanni Maier (double bass) played at Teatro Miela as part of the city’s “Le Nuove Rotte del Jazz” (New Routes in Jazz) festival, in a performance they acknowledge was a homage to Joyce “who has been both an inspiration and a passion for us”.

The most obvious inspiration is Ulysses, and Joyce’s famous stream of consciousness technique, his literary allusions, and mimicking of different genres – such as romantic novelettes, newspaper headlines, and advertisements – rather than Finnegans Wake, a book no person I know has admitted to finishing. One can hear the parallels in Tippet’s eclectic mix of styles – jazz (traditional to free), classical and popular music – where apparently disparate ideas from high and low culture flow into each other through free associations. The continuous performance of some 50 minutes – spontaneous and virtuosic – allows the duo to explore these to their full affect. 

They open with undulating waves on the piano over Maier’s propulsive bass, and a run of notes picked out in the piano’s upper registers, until eventually brought to an end by a Rachmaninoff-like cadence from Tippet. After a passage of arco bass accompanied by soft chords, Tippet plays a folk-like melody reminiscent of Janáček’s piano music, but it’s true identity only becomes clear in Maier’s subsequent solo – Charles Mingus’ Goodbye Pork Pie Hat. The theme is taken up by both and concludes as a lullaby.

After some bowed harmonics and plucked piano strings, Tippet introduces a new passage with a staccato motif that sounds like something from one of Bartok’s piano concertos, accompanied by Maier’s skittish bass. The music builds powerfully, with jazz inflections and accelerates into a haze of tremolandos, before the motif returns. This then morphs into a repeated rhythm in the left hand with irregular accents in the right: an allusion to the Augers of Spring section from Stravinsky’s The Rite of Spring

Tippet’s use of the prepared piano is not the multitude of incongruous sounds pioneered by John Cage – with various objects set in the strings – but a more selective treatment, placed and removed at will, which allows him to play standard and prepared portions of the keyboard at the same time. This produces a counterpoint of normal piano timbre and exotic textures, with music to match.  After the last passage mentioned above, a gently rocking folk melody emerges, with the treated upper register resembling a cimbalon, and a delicate pizzicato on the bass which transforms the tune back into Mingus. Later, washes of sound at the piano’s lower end alternate with a gamelan-like theme in the buzzing upper octaves, until the cascades envelop everything and are joined by the sound of a harpsichord in perpetuum mobile. There are surprises and delights at every turn, and thoughts of Mingus don’t stop at quotation: Maier’s bass lines have that same solid, beefy quality.

In Ulysses there are tributes to maudlin popular songs, and at the same time a lampooning of the lyrics as overly sentimental. One doesn’t sense quite that edge here but as with Joyce, under the playfulness there’s a serious point being made. This performance is not a game of “Name the Composer” for music geeks (though I may have given that impression) but a genuinely inventive celebration of musical diversity which shows that the demarcation of genres is really not that rigid, and that the spaces between can prove just as interesting.


Saturday, November 2, 2013

John Butcher - Winter Gardens (Kukuruku Recordings, 2013) ****

By Paolo Casertano

John Butcher has a strange effect on me. I couldn’t explain why, but I perceive, more than with other sax players, his physicality. Sometimes it hurts me, I feel the breath blowing out from his lungs, scratching his trachea and drilling his throat. He’s not a man playing a saxophone. It’s a saxophone playing a man.

There is also something heroic in the way he keeps sometimes on repeating again and again the same air blast generating an act of sound (because saying note or musical phrasing would be a reductive description). He may change embouchure, intensity, length and frequency between one emission and the following, but he persists on hitting obsessively the same concept, the same structure, hammering or caressing it, annihilating his meaning until what it’s left to the listener is naked, unique and unrepeatable.

His eleventh solo release (if I am right according to his discography) opens with “Sporangia (High)” in  a suffocated stream of hoarse waves overlapping each other, slowly creating the scenario for a second voice on high register to emerge, this same path disentangling then in a crescendo of recursive classical echoed trills. The atmosphere changes immediately in “Sea Cone” where Butcher, at his best, builds a rhythmic tribal structure through sudden dynamic movements of a low repeated pattern and the resonances of his acoustic gestures.

The flip side is the reflective (also in the compositional structure) “Sporangia (Low)” which sees the musician rumbling with his glottis until the single elements are melted in some new waves of sound, and then introducing passages on a low, intense register. I know this may sound like a strange description, but the part I like most is that at a certain point Butcher seems to literally bite the reed as if it would be one of this rubber toy for babies containing a whistle. And, you know what, it sounds exactly like someone biting a rubber toy with a whistle inside (maybe that is was he is doing). Whatever it is, I think that’s electrifying. “Sea Fret” closes this work in a jubilation of slap tonguing and some acute notes which a hummingbird would be proud of.

Unfortunately, this is a short album. I don’t care if this sounds snobbish, but this music is made to be heard on vinyl.

You can find a copy at instantjazz.com.


Friday, November 1, 2013

Trumpets and Drums: Live in Ljubljana (Clean Feed, 2013) ****½


Listening to free jazz while driving is relaxing, inspiring, and elevating (at least for us). Usually it is more fun if you play it loud, even if the stereos are not so great (if they are: even better). But this is not the point: the best moments are those when you drive through the city in summertime and you have to stop at traffic lights. When your car windows are open and then one of these young guys with their FIATs or BMWs has to stop next to you, listening to some crappy techno stuff (mostly male drivers) or Katy Perry bullshit. It goes Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom plus hysterical vocals. But then they realize this completely different music which comes from the car next to him or her. They look at you as if you were an escapee from a mental asylum (and that’s basically what we really are and proud to be). It makes it even worse if you give them your nicest smile.

If you want to have a similar experience one of the albums which is perfect for this is “Trumpets and Drums: Live in Ljublana”.

What we have is two trumpets - Nate Wooley and Peter Evans - and two drummers – Jim Black and Paul Lytton. Wooley has a duo with Lytton and one with Evans, Evans has worked with both drummers before. Now the result of this project is not a simple double duo but a real quartet, which means that “Trumpets and Drums” is not the typical super group you might expect, it is an aural sculpture. There’s no showing off of extraordinary techniques (something especially Evans has often been accused of), instead you get a lesson in listening and in exquisite interplay.

Nate Wooley is the one who is interested in weird sounds (he uses all kinds of material to manipulate his trumpet sound) which create a tight knit carpet on which Evans can soar like a helicopter (it sometimes actually sounds like that) with his fantastic technique. Lytton builds up a massive texture of percussion sounds as if it was raining pieces of wood, in combination with Black, who just intersperses drum sounds here and there. The first ten minutes are a real fireworks of smack sounds, extended techniques, and marvelous circular breathing solos and duos, before the band takes a deep breath with Evans and Wooley as a duo presenting a dialogue of snoring animals. Here there is a lot of scratching, creaking, gasping, panting, and fizzling, there is an enormous velocity, like musical high-speed yackety-yak (in a positive way), which raises the track to incredible peaks. At the same time all the musicians never lose humanity and tenderness, as you may listen in the central part of the composition, above a gobbledygook ventriloquism by Wooley that reconnects the chopped rhythmic phrasings, the really tender voice of Evans trumpet driving us through the obstacles.

Very welcome in the whole picture is a sober but meaningful use of electronic in the shape of lengthened low chords streams introducing a classical structure in the finale that takes place amidst trembling chirpings, damped chains and far interferences. When everything seems about to vanish a last, long, suffocating crescendo overwhelms all the possible listening directions. The musicians launch a musical screwball comedy here, throwing sounds, ideas and riffs to and fro before it ends with almost classic beautiful trumpet melodies and similar trills as in the beginning. This is maybe the greatest evidence of the success of such a peculiar instrumental amalgam. They don’t give you any choice, the only paths you can follow in the composition is theirs, no other way round.

“End”, the second track, even tops the whole thing. The first minutes find the musicians almost struggling with each other, Wooley just adding the same monotonous animal-like sound and Evans pacing around like a bee gone mad until Wooley changes his way completely, which is commented by Evans and the drummers with a march as if they were going to war. The tightened dialogue between the two trumpets, sometimes dubbing each other’s riffs, some other through violent juxtaposition, is breathless. Only a very dark electronic riff brings some relief in spite of the trumpets keeping up speed.

The music is so intense, it’s like an overheated pressure cooker which is about to burst.

We have asked ourselves why the other road users are so perplexed. Is it simply that they are not used to such sounds and compositional structures? Or is it that they are scared of the self-determination, the dynamics and the freedom inherent to this music? Are they afraid of expanding their awareness including all the implications that follow (as Joseph Chonto put it in the liner notes to Charles Gayle’s “Touchin’ on Trane”)? Or are they simply not to blame because they can’t immerge from immaturity which has been imposed on them by social structures?

Apart from all these questions it is music absolutely beautiful to listen to, the album is a constant surprise box. Just enjoy.

You can purchase it at Instantjazz

Check out “Beginning” here:

Thursday, October 31, 2013

Adam Lane Trio – Absolute Horizon (NoBusiness, 2013) ****

By Dan Sorrells

I’m a sucker for the thick, bluesy tone of Adam Lane’s bass—somehow, he always manages to convey its grittiest, most grounded side. Absolute Horizon kicks off with a track of the same name,  a slow tattoo rising from drummer Vijay Anderson and Lane stumbling into a bass line that can’t help but give off a little swagger. Slowly, a groove coalesces, just the sort of low-end ride to best deliver Darius Jones’s sickly-sweet saxophone. Within minutes, you realize: this is what I want in a saxophone trio. There’s an edge for sure, but also the piece that fits perfectly into the well-worn rhythmic folds of your brain. Things heat up, but the trio never breaks a sweat. They ease out of the track just a coolly and calmly as they brought it into being.

The rest of Absolute Horizon can be typified by a track like “The Great Glass Elevator,” which breaks out a slick bassline about halfway through, the rhythm section working its way to a place where Jones gets everything he needs to go to town.  And he does, getting such a deep, soulful sound out his alto that it sounds far more substantial, like a tenor. Elsewhere, “Stars” finds Lane bowing the hell out of his effects-laden bass. It’s not the most effective track, but it showcases a different side of the group as they move away from bluesy, heavily rhythmic improvisation and work towards continuously molding and remolding a unified slab of sound.  “Run to Infinity” sounds just as it should, a driving rhythm over which Jones continually accelerates, the gaps between notes becoming ever shorter, the melodic line further and further compressed. Absolute Horizon closes on “Light,” which has a walking bassline that would be better characterized as sprinting, complete with racing high-hat and uncontainable shouts of exhilaration in the background.

The CD version of Absolute Horizon  is nearly twice the length of the LP, though the vinyl may be the more effective dose. Still, the CD-only tracks are worth your time (“Apparent Horizon” has a particularly tasty bit of drum and bass).  Basically, Absolute Horizon is the usual NoBusiness story: above-average musicians making above-average music. A little something for fans of Lane’s rawer side after the more straight-ahead sounds of the Blue Spirit Band releases.

Check out some samples here and you can purchase it at Instantjazz.com.