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Saturday, February 2, 2019

Goh Lee Kwang & Christian Meaas Svendsen - Gibberish, Balderdash and Drivel (Nakama Records, 2018)

By Stef

A guitar and bass album, with Goh Lee Kwang from Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia on nylon guitar, and Christian Meaas Svendsen, from Kongsberg, Norway on double bass. 

The album was recorded in an independent art gallery close to Kuala Lumpur with a handheld device. 

It tells us the story of the first encounter between two different mindsets, nationalities and generations trying - and totally failing at - making any sensible dialogue with their respective musical languages.

Still, the music flows unobstructed, blissfully ignorant of the lack of mutual understanding. It is like water running through rough terrain. It doesn’t pause, it doesn’t quarry or question why. It just moves on to the next thing, then the next, then the next. The music sporadically taps into graspable and palpable ponds of understandable gestures and musical interplay, but doesn’t dwell or linger. It doesn’t dig deeper once it has hit a spot, or analyze the current moment to draw more out of it. On the contrary, the dialogue here seems to be one of no-intention. Any meaning is created only by our habitual convention of action and reaction, of recognizable patterns.

Further still there is a musical integrity at play which stands firm on its own ground. It’s just that the music on this record does not try to make sense of it all. The music is talking about trivial things - about the weather, about the noise from the city, about... whatever. No conclusion needed. Just listen closely and ask yourself: does your skin connect you or separate you from the rest of the world?

The CD and LP come with a custom made pencil which can be used to draw your own artwork on the cover.

All the text above is an exact copy of the album's liner notes. What more can I say? Oh yes, somebody's cell phone rings somewhere halfway the performance, and it probably belongs to one of the musicians because it's clearly not picked up ...

Listen and download from Bandcamp. 



Friday, February 1, 2019

Maurice Louca - Elephantine (Sub Rosa/Northern Spy, 2019) ****


By Eyal Hareuveni

Sun Ra and his Arkestra visited Egypt in 1971, recorded three albums including one with local drummer Salah Ragab, and, obviously, visited the Pyramids where Sun Ra had another one of his unbelievable, psychic experience. According to Sun Ra (as quoted in John F. Szwed biography of Sun Ra, Space Is the Place), while he was in the King’s Chamber at the Great Pyramid, Sun Ra chanted nine times the word Ra - the ancient Egyptian deity of the sun. Then, suddenly all the lights went out, but Sun Ra managed to lead his party in total darkness through a twelve-story high staircases and through the narrow entrance to the Queen’s Chamber where the lights miraculously came on again.

Egyptian, Cairo-based guitarist-pianist-multi-instrumentalist Maurice Louca - known from the Middle-Eastern super-group Karkhana and other alternative groups as the Dwarfs of East Agouza and Lekhfa - was born a decade after the historic visit of Sun Ra, but like the great master from outer space he leads a large ensemble that feels at home in experimental-cosmic jazz territories. Louca spices his own cosmic-psychedelic vision of jazz with sensual Arabic scales and West-African and Yemenita trance-like, minimalist rhythms. Elephantine, his third and most ambitious album so far, suggests meditative themes and melodies about a better, peaceful world, but allows the listeners to stick to the dancing habits of the current, old world.

Elephantine was recorded in Stockholm in August 2017 with a 12-piece Egyptian-Swedish-Italian ensemble, including fellow-Egyptian vocalist Nadah El Shazly (Louca played and composed songs for her album, Ahwarأهوار, Nawa, 2018), Swedish sax player Anna Högberg and double bass player Elsa Bergman and Italian drummer Tommaso Cappellato. This unique ensemble delivers Louca’s exptic spells with fiery passion and engaging elegance.

“The Leper”, that opens Elephantine, establishes the hypnotic groove of this album while repeating psychedelic-spiritual jazz mantras, but ornaments the infectious pulse with Middle-Eastern percussion instruments. The short “Laika” dives even deeper into the sixties and seventies spiritual free jazz, now coloring the brass choir with sensual-angular Middle-Eastern voices. “One More for the Gutter” confronts Louca’s gentle and breezy, West-African guitar lines with the hyperactive, fiery free jazz ensemble. The most beautiful song here, “The Palm of a Ghost”, is a return to Louca’s musical roots in Cairo, featuring a delicate, chamber strings-based arrangement with the suggestive delivery of El Shazly and oud player Natik Awayez and violinist Ayman Asfour. The title-pieces deepens the meditative-dreamy atmosphere of the previous song. “Al Khawaga” concludes Louca exotic journey with a different option of playing with colossal, repetitive groove, still, dancing and swinging sensually.

Maybe Sun Ra has not left our fragile planet but keeps transmitting his enlightening messages from the Great Pyramid?





Catching Up with Luís Lopes

By Eyal Hareuveni 

Portuguese Guitarist Luís Lopes does not like to revisit familiar or conventional territories, rather he likes to keep exploring new sonic terrains and reinventing his highly personal language as a master of noisy sounds. His latest albums feature him as an instigator of a Portugues supergroup, in a noisy duo format and as a quiet collaborator in a local quintet.

Julien Desprez and Luís Lopes - Boa Tarde (Shhpuma, 2018) ****½


The duo with French guitarist Julien Desprez, known from his solo Acapulco project, Eve Risser’s White Desert Orchestra, and former incarnation of Mats Gustafsson’s Fire! Orchestra, employs electric guitars as experimental sound generators. Both Desprez and Lopes use their instruments and assorted gadgets and effects as non-recognizable interfaces, but do so with organic feeling and finesse. The musical paths of Desprez and Lopes go beyond simplistic categories and and draw elements and strategies from free jazz, art rock, free-improvised music, abstract noise, with great focus on their very personal sound. Desprez plays with his whole body, often looks like he is dancing while using his pedal effects to his palette. Lopes is a mad scientist of feedback blasts.

Boa Tarde, good afternoon in Portuguese, was recorded in a studio in Lisbon on August 2016. The afternoon for Desprez and Lopes was not quiet or pleasant, but quite wild and brutal. The four pieces, all titled with female names, offer a spectrum of dark, electric storms. The first one “Iris” is the most radical one. Desprez and Lopes slowly build thunderous momentum, and when their storm matures, it hits the listener head-one with its massive, sinister omnipresence, threatening to drown everything in its way into a deep abyss of processed, feedback noises and metallic drones. The brief “Adelaide” compresses this brutal tornado into a compact, tortured form. “Gracinda”allows some space to trickle between the aggressive yet quite resourceful grind. Desprez and Lopes could have secured a safe and fast course to China if they would have kept their kind of drilling effort a bit longer than 15 minutes. The previous pieces train the listener to trace some emotional veins in the last, more contemplative but still turbulent “Constança”.

Desprez and Lopes promises to recalibrate your brain neurons to our anguished, disorienting times. The best therapy you can seek in one afternoon.


LFU: Lisbon Freedom Unit - Praise of Our Folly (Clean Feed, 2018) ****


About five centuries ago the Dutch Christian scholar Desiderius Erasmus published his satirical essay “In Praise of Folly”, mocking European superstitions and other follies of the pious Catholic church. LFU - the Lisbon supergroup-free-improv--nonet - draws its inspiration from Erasmus classic essay, assuming the role of the follies - savages - who in their chaotic and mad manners brings us closer to God.

The Lisbon Freedom Unit was initiated by Lopes but it is a democratic cooperative with no leader, featuring old and new comrades of Lopes. He and tenor sax player Rodrigo Amado are half of his Humanization 4tet. Reeds player Bruno Parrinha and cellist Ricardo Jacinto are his partners of the Garden Trio. And RED Trio is here too - pianist Rodrigo Pinheiro, double bass player Hernâni Faustino and drummer Gabriel Ferrandini (him and Amado are also ⅔ of the Motion Trio), and the young EITR duo - tenor sax player Pedro Sousa and turntables and electronics player Pedro Lopes - completes the line-up.

In Praise of Folly was recorded in two studio sessions in November 2015 after two different live performances that were totally different in spirit. The first night was filled with sonic density and ferocious energy, but the second one was more disciplined and introverted. The studio material balances these two strategies. The four improvised parts are far from being chaotic, though the energy is still quite volcanic but expressed as a logical conclusion of LFU restrained interplay. But the most fascinating aspect of LFU is its rich sonic language.

The nonet managed in a short while to color their dense and nuanced textures with an imaginative and deep palette of sounds, often blurring common roles and sounds of reeds and string instruments or between the piano, guitar, turntables and the drums. The abstract, quiet segments are the the most impressive ones. These parts sound as a lyrical transformation of AMM innovative, minimalist sonic spectrum.

But as we are still far away from our gods, maybe LFU should unite again with some new cray follies.

Ernesto Rodrigues / Guilherme Rodrigues / Bruno Parrinha / Luis Lopes / Vasco Trilla - Lithos (Creative Sources, 2018) ***½


It is impossible to follow all the releases of viola player and Portuguese Creative Sources label head, Ernesto Rodrigues. If you follow his Bandcamp page you may get the impression that he releases two or three albums every week. And, indeed, he already released 26 albums after Lithos was released earlier this year.

Lithos, after the Greek word for stone, is another free-improvised meeting conducted by Rodrigues, in a studio in Lisbon on February 2017. This session features cellist Guilherme Rodrigues, bass clarinet player Bruno Parrinha, Lopes on electric guitar, and percussionist Vasco Trilla, all of them frequent collaborators of Ernesto Rodrigues. Lopes and Trilla recorded with Ernesto Rodrigues in another improvised quintet the album Nepenthes hibrida (Creative Sources, 2017).

These five improvisers do sound as if all were sculpting and polishing a huge sonic stone, patiently and methodically, first by applying delicate, extended bowing and breathing techniques and modest effects. Later, the quintet adds more tension and thorny methods to its disciplined interplay and the austere atmosphere of their mutual work, but keeping it quiet and reserved. As if to state that delicate, almost silent vibrations may penetrate even the toughest stone.


Jo David Meyer Lysne - Henger i luften (Hubro Music, 2019) ***½


By Eyal Hareuveni

Norwegian guitarist Jo David Meyer Lysne is only 25 years old but already has developed an idiosyncratic aesthetic that borrows from the quiet, minimalism of Morton Feldman, the sparse, atmospheric soundscapes of guitarist Steve Tibbetts, and experimental sound art, all channelled into evocative, cinematic textures. His debut album as a leader, Henger i Luften (literally, ‘Hang in the Air’), is inspired by poet Rainer Maria Rilke’s conception of music: “Air’s other side, pure, gigantic, and not for us to inhabit”. This album follows his intimate duo with double bass player Mats Eilertsen (Meander, Øra Fonogram, 2017).

Henger i Luften features a chamber like acoustic sextet. Half of the musicians, including Lysne himself, extend their instruments sonic palette with subtle electronics. The ensemble was assembled to perform Lysne’s music for a silent film. Lysne recorded the ensemble in studio, then took the best realized ideas from the studio improvisations, recomposed and edited these pieces into a coherent cinematic narrative, with the help of producer-double bass player Jo Berger Myhre (from the Splashgirl trio).

Henger i Luften lasts only 32 minutes (and released as a limited-edition vinyl plus digital download option), but manages to suggest highly imaginary, enigmatic soundscapes. These soundscapes maintain a strong tension between the pure, dreamy sound of the acoustic strings instruments - Lysne’s acoustic guitar and prepared 12-string guitar, cello, viola, bass, plus the vibes, grand casa and sax, and the subtle yet sinister, ambient-synthesizer envelope. Lysne sketches with this tension detailed images of light and shade and desolate, frozen landscapes that intensify the cinematic drama. Lysne’s guitars tower in these mysterious soundscapes as a lone mountain that resonates and sings his hypnotic chants in an endless space, letting these sounds hang in the air.

Thursday, January 31, 2019

Mark Morgan - Department of Heraldry (Open Mouth, 2018) ****½


By Nick Metzger

I've been putting off writing this review for days now. Mouth agape, shell-shocked eyes staring blankly into the distance. This record is serious business and gifts us with the debut solo long player from Mark Morgan, one third of the mutant industrial creature that was Sightings. You’ll want a moist towelette to wipe off the grimy goodness that gets splattered all over your existence. But it won't come off, it burns its way through, resolving you to a puddle of corrosive sludge that eats a hole into the center of the earth. It's that good. This is the first in Open Mouth Records’ recently announced solo guitar series and it definitely has me psyched for what's to come. Departing a bit from Open Mouth’s general no-frills aesthetic this record is really good looking; from the sleeve to the run out groove the physical copy is exceptionally well done. Attribute this to Open Mouth label head Bill Nace’s good taste and dedication in getting this album out there and doing it justice. It’s an explosive beginning to a series that’s sure to be full of amazing albums.

As for the uninitiated, if you like your guitar extra crispy you’ll want to order up a family size bucket of this delectable skronk. Fans of Keiji Haino and/or Fushitsusha’s brand of sonic mayhem will find much to love here, as will fans of Sightings (obviously), Wolf Eyes and Corporate Park, or perhaps those throttled by last year’s Chaos Echoes & Mats Gustafsson release. It's probably the best solo ‘noise’ guitar album I've heard since Alan Licht's 2013 masterpiece Four Years Older (IMO, of course). And yet to call this noise guitar feels like a bit of a misrepresentation as it implies (at least technically I suppose it does) a certain underlying haphazardness. That definitely doesn't feel like the base force at work here. While harshness undeniably plays a big part in the proceedings, this is an infinitely listenable record for fans of inventive textures, extreme processing, and dark industrial implications. The layers of heaving fuzz that Morgan conjures follow a warped logic that plays itself out within the possessed funhouse mirrors of these pieces. Like a sonic delirium, nothing behaves like you're expecting it to and everything seems down-right menacing, yet you can't snap out of the trance it puts on you nor would you particularly care to.

Jinx Hack creates a spectral atmosphere of squealing feedback and subtle dread. Morgan rips out peels of destroyed guitar squall over a sea of static and reverb. Gentlemen's C plies a rumbling loop with more subtle, scattered playing. The separate entities converge in a muted but violent rhythm that vibrates your eyeballs and rattles your teeth (play this loud). The final half of Side A is imbued with Supercomplication, a sprawling landscape of dark, sneering psychedelia where fissures of sound erupt irregularly. The probing guitar work is capped with a short reverb that blurs the edges like visual tracers. Side B opens up with a piece called Doctor Detroit that’s all crackling looped riffs and incandescent guitar spray. It's a gritty deluge of post-industrial atmospherics with guitar stabs that explode like shattering panes of glass. Towards its conclusion, the song gets a melodic wash of noisy guitar jangle that is progressively consumed by spattering of fuzz and hiss. A Guy Named Reggae is a moody change-up based off a drone of guitar haze that periodically bursts like streaks of white phosphorus. It briefly provides some space in the pressure cooker before Mikki dishes out death by a thousand piercing tones. The pins and needles fuzz blow out is a perfect close to a fantastic record.

Mark Morgan live at Silke Arp Bricht on October 20, 2018
 

Harriet Tubman – The Terror End Of Beauty (Sunnyside, 2018) ****


By Chris Haines 

This release sees Brandon Ross’s group, named after the American abolitionist, return as a trio after their previous release Araminta, which saw them expand to a quartet with Wadada Leo Smith on trumpet. Ross’s guitar playing has many dimensions to it and he has added his sound and improvisational quality to many albums over the years from the lost classic of the New Life Trio with Steve Reid, to his crucial contributions on Henry Threadgill Very Very Circus albums being particular stand-out favourites of mine.

Across the ten tracks The Terror End Of Beauty is full of strong grooves from the rhythm section and varying colourful sounds, mainly coming from Ross’s effected guitar. There is a continuity to the sounds throughout and the playing from all of the trio moves from tight rhythmic structures to a more expressive and improvisational feel in a natural way, such as on the title track where the more laid-back traditional harmonic theme gives way to a much noisier and freely melodic material. Combined with this there are some more soundscape and spacious moments that provide a breath of air and contrast to the more busy and full-on elements of the musical fabric.

The Terror End Of Beauty is a good strong album, which doesn’t disappoint, so for those who enjoy power trios this is certainly worth checking out.

Wednesday, January 30, 2019

Two from Guitarist Wendy Eisenberg

By Nick Metzger
 
Guitarist and singer-songwriter Wendy Eisenberg makes quite a statement with these two 2018 albums. It's not surprising that they're as good as they are, her playing on Birthing Hips’ 2017 album Urge to Merge is fantastic; at once melodic, prickly, and virtuosic. These albums showcase two sides of this multifaceted artist's music; her solo acoustic-electric material, where she chases her muse in a very personal, idiosyncratic guitar language, and in a trio with Trevor Dunn and Ches Smith where her playing style is utilized to dual with these sonic titans in an absolute blast furnace of an album. And though the style of the albums differs wildly, there is a continuity in her playing across both sets that works whether she's plucking out angular acoustic shapes or laying down fuzz bombs.

Its Shape Is Your Touch (Vin Du Select Qualitite, 2018) ****½

 
The album begins softly with 'Sol Lewitt', in which softly plucked strings tangle with muted, percussive pops and bent harmonics. She weaves folk and free improvisation in a continuous flow of ideas, though more heavily leveled towards the latter in this track. In 'Lethe' she lets the folk elements emerge and evolve. It begins abstractly before she settles into a fingerpicked melody that evokes a journey down the song’s namesake river; discomposing but still peculiarly comforting. ' Early November' is a clinic of melodic ideas and guitar technique. Eisenberg’s mastery of manual dexterity is apparent, as fingerpicked passages are interlaced with quick runs of trills, harmonics, and hammer-ons. She moves from one musical idea to the next, each evolving from the previous so naturally that it’s hard to discern the chicken from the egg. It sounds to me like 'Eridanos' is pocked with very slight nods to Spanish guitar and flamenco that have been mixed into her sound concoction. 'The Designated Mourner' would almost fit in on an old Takoma release (I’m sure Fahey would’ve loved this album). It has a rolling, narrative feel emanated by many of those artists but all filtered through Eisenberg’s incongruous, constantly probing style. 'Sawn' begins with a barely discernable figure scraped out of her guitar before some warm chords. The song is very hypomanic, exhibiting several creative flights and variations before returning to the subdued attack of the opening. 'All Saints' recalls for me the early work of guitarist/composer Bjørn Fongaard in its use of pointillist microtones and harmonics. Its penetratingly investigative approach explores the spaces between semitones with enthusiasm and serves as a final statement from a most satisfying album.

Eisenberg’s acoustic work brings another name to mind of course, that being the late, great Derek Bailey. It’s almost unavoidable that his name will pop in your head the moment you hear a false note or harmonic being thrown in the mix, but Eisenberg’s music has a more narrative feel compared with Bailey (or even Tashi Dorji’s acoustic material as a more recent comparison). Another name that I’ll mention, although sadly much less well known, is that of the late New Zealand guitarist Donald McPherson who informed his free improvisations with the essence of classical and folk (or perhaps vice versa). All of these comparisons however fail to capture the scope of her unique talent and are ultimately due to me trying to reconcile this brilliant album with something that I am familiar with, as ultimately her music may have its allusions but it’s uniquely her own.

Three Dream Rooms - VDSQ






The Machinic Unconscious (Tzadik, 2018) ****


The Machinic Unconscious finds Eisenberg teamed up with longtime John Zorn collaborators Trevor Dunn on bass and Ches Smith on percussion. Mr. Dunn is well known to the Collective, whether from his Mr. Bungle/Fantomas/Tomahawk fame, or his work with John Zorn. The same goes for Ches Smith who played skins on an album that showed up in almost all of the Collective’s Top 10 lists in 2018. Besides that he’s played so many projects in 2018 alone that it would be difficult to list them all, but they include contributions to records from Mary Halvorson’s Sextet, Marc Ribot’s Ceramic Dog, Matt Mitchell’s debut, Tim Berne’s Snakeoil, as well as being a longtime collaborator of Trevor Dunn’s in Trio-Convulsant and Secret Chiefs. Dunn and Smith are both accomplished and well-practiced free improvisers and provide the perfect foil for Eisenberg on this recording.

'The Descent of Alette' begins with Dunn’s bass growling with fuzz and peeling off squeals and chirps into which Eisenberg and Smith dimly venture, Eisenberg with clean lines glossed at times with ring modulation and Smith with a light crackling attack, like a kindling fire. The piece varies in intensity several times tricking you into thinking that kindling will take off and leave this one blazing, but it never does, and remains a fragmented and probing affair throughout. 'Depths of Locusts' feels every bit as disconcerted, with the band rapidly shifting between blasts of fuzz and quieter introspective playing. The avant-funk of 'Parataxis' is built off Dunn and Smith’s steady tempo, with Eisenberg slashing chords and motifs from her guitar, playing at times with and against the rhythm. The stage is set for 'Zoning' against Dunn’s wooly mammoth bass playing and Smith’s understated clatter. The rhythm section provides a lightly spun (but intense) structure for Eisenberg to light-up with some of her most fiery playing of the set. Kiln starts off with an overdriven chord progression that disappears almost as quickly as it began, buckling and collapsing into free interplay. This piece is another showcase of Eisenberg’s dexterity, she absolutely shreds on this track. 'Frayed, Knotted, and Unshorn' kind of sounds like the name implies, it’s very disjointed. Eisenberg and Dunn hit the pedalboards hard on this one, deriving just about every texture you could think of from their simple stringed instruments; the group chemistry is terrific (I bet they had a blast making this record). Ches Smith is so sly that you barely notice that it’s really his sandbox they’re playing in.

On 'Dangerous Red' we get an off-center vamp by Eisenberg via rapidly sliced out chord sequences as Dunn and Smith provide a rumbling bed of rhythm for her to traverse before the piece opens up into another fantastic improvisation. 'Kin Dza Dza' is a brief, fervent, well-timed explosion that finds the band pushing their capabilities (and gear) into the red for about a minute and a half. It concisely answers the question that was building in my mind while listening to this album: “How intense can this get?” 'Mycoaelia' begins with crackling, chirping guitar, rubbery bass, and a wisp of cymbal chatter. It is in turns probing and assertive; jangling melancholy turns to fuzzed-out maelstrom in the blink of an eye, never allowing you to gain proper footing. '6J' is a timbral as much as a rhythmic exploration that displays the band stacking juxtaposing phrases that crackle with intensity between more pensive build-ups of brooding interchanges. The album is capped off with 'Foresworn', a brief improvisation that doesn’t summarize the album so much as it offers one more possibility of what this group can sound like. The variety of sounds and playfulness combined with the intensity of a rock band make this release a real standout.

Available from Tzadik or Squidco ; or if you must, Amazon has it as a download.

Fred Frith Trio - Closer To The Ground (Intakt, 2018) ****

By Stef

After the acclaimed Another Day In Fucking Paradise, this is the second album by the Fred Frith Trio, with the leader on electric guitar, Jason Hoopes on electric bass and double bass, and Jordan Glenn on drums and percussion. In the meantime, the trio has performed and toured together, as can be heard on the solid coherence of the three musicians to create one relatively unique sound.

In my younger years, Henry Cow was on my turntable, like so many other of the British prog rock scene, and interestingly enough, Fred Frith, then the guitarist of the band, took a long musical journey in line with my personal journey as a listener, to free jazz and free improv, although he's kept his rock-ish attitude to scales and sound. He's played with musicians such as Derek Bailey, Evan Parker, Hans Reichel (!), Henry Kaiser, Tom Cora, Lol Coxhill, John Zorn, Larry Ochs, John Butcher, Barry Guy ... and many more. Despite the differences in style and his approach to both music and his instrument, the collaborations worked, because the artists managed to find common ground and creative interaction without giving up their specificity.

This is very much a Frith album, despite the amazing work done by the rhythm section. The trio delivers a relatively accessible album - even if relative is a relative concept - of raw atmospheric pieces, clever, creative and dark, with hypnotic rhythms that come and go, with eery resonating shards of guitar piercing through an ominous sonic environment. I am not sure where the label gets the notions of "playful and intimate" to describe this music, but I can tell you that it's anything but "playful and intimate": it is somber and spacious. It is mostly slow and linear, with the only exception of the uptempo and short "Betting On The World", on which bass and drums get the chance to demonstrate their skills at a faster pace, with a phlegmatic Frith continuing to play one chord for each bar, yet the fusion fun gets rapidly destroyed by the harsh "Love And Other Embers" into which it evolves.  The central track "Stars Like Trees" by itself is already worth the purchase of this album: its crushing atmosphere is accentuated with odd rhythmic sounds like galloping horses, industrial destruction and ear-piercing chords, and is followed by a track that is almost as good, the long "A Path Made By Walking", which has the mad mesmerizing and psychedelic build-up of an early Pink Floyd song.

The music is hard to classify or to pigeonhole (luckily!): it is not jazz, not rock, not fusion, not noise either. It is something else: wayward, stubborn, recalcitrant, unpredictable, uncompromising, performed by three musicians who take their instruments beyond the boundaries of conventions to create something new and fascinating.



Tuesday, January 29, 2019

Olaf Rupp's World of Guitar

By Paul Acquaro

I was introduced to the playing of Olaf Rupp by my Free Jazz Blog colleague Martin Schray. He described Rupp's playing in a 2016 review, explaining that his "hallmark is that he plays the guitar in an upright position, reminiscent of Chinese pipa players. This way it’s easier to integrate flageolets, tremolos and arpeggios so as to create overtones and clusters." I have since had the opportunity to catch Rupp performing on electric guitar both with drummer Michael Wertmuller in a bombastic duo at the FMP exhibition last March, and in a colorful trio with Paul Rogers and Frank Paul Schubert. Both times were fascinating and quite different. Following suit, these three recordings showcase the guitarist in three much different settings, each time bringing something fascinating and quite different to the table.

Olaf Rupp - Closeups (Audiosemantics, 2018) ****


First up is an acoustic solo album on the classical guitar that finds Rupp exploring the full range of possibilities that the instrument offers. There are four tracks to the recording, each one seeming to be a search anew, each one with a different emphasis. The first track "Closeup 1" runs 23 minutes and is an evocative trek though the mind of the player. It begins with a brusque bright chord and continues with a stop and start array of approaches, from physically demonstrative slaps and taps on the fret-board to an extensive use of dynamics in contrasting single notes runs, chordal firecrackers, and rich arpeggiated passages. The second track, "Closeup 2" feels more deliberate, after a percussive set of appeggios, there is a possible bowing of the strings, a series of taps against the guitar body, and an extrusion of tones from the instrument that stretch to a near breaking point. It is a compelling collection of tones and ideas connected neatly through tension. "Closeup 3", is a short six minutes, but it's densely packed with a more structured chordal and melodic approach. It swings from classical through folkish and poppy sections before settling back into a classical theme that mixes dissonance and the attacks on the strings expertly. "Closeup 4" closes out the recording, it begins deliberately and slow, plucked notes are allowed to fully play out before the next set of interactions. Allowing the natural of decay of the notes to happen introduces a element of peace, even when punctuated with violent flagellation.

Hearing Rupp on acoustic guitar, and especially the nylon string classical, is revelatory. It's captivating to hear how he uses the instrument in a somewhat conventional manner, but extrapolates from this sound and language something uniquely his own. To keep it interesting for an hour is a skill, but to make the listener hear things anew on each listen is a true art.



Xenofox & Joke Lanz - Alarm (Oltrano Records, 2018) ****



Berlin's A'Larme Festival is now entering it's seventh year, and each year grows stronger. My colleague Martin Schray and I have covered the event together several times. In 2017 he was on his own, and the had the chance to see Rupp's performance with his duo Xenofox, plus Joke Lanz electronics, which turned out to be the source of this new release. Xenofox is Rupp's collaboration with drummer Rudi Fischerlehner, which released Hundred Beginnings in 2016, and Lanz is a Swiss DJ, now living in Berlin, and leads the punk/noise/rock group Sudden Infant.

Of the concert, Schray wrote, "Rupp’s unique style with a lot of tremolos and arpeggios and Fischerlehner’s grooves were attacked by Lanz’ provocative intersperses, which created weird and crass beats ... the band was at their best in the quieter moments, when they created the atmosphere for the more dynamic passages." Listening to the album, minus the context of the visuals and the festivities of the setting, this description holds up, and the intense moments of this dynamic engagement are just as enjoyable as the quieter exploratory moments. Starting with "A Mouse in the House of Johann Strauss", the groups' empathy is apparent. They start slow, a tap on the drums, some strumming from Rupp, then an interruption from Lanz ... a snippet of voice, syllables, intensifying strumming from the guitar, in line with a galvanizing pulse from the drums. The track builds until entropy takes over and we're left with some ringing harmonics from Rupp and scratches from Lanz. It it unclear if the trio actually stopped between tracks, it's doubtful since this type of music is best expressed in the ebb and flow of energy and connection. Regardless, the second track, "Dehumanization Civilization" is quite different in its composition. The samples and electronics are at the fore and have a de-centering effect. On 'Switzerland a Cigar in my Hand', Rupp offers a delicate introduction, a sweep of notes, then a matrix of soft metallic tones for Fischerlehner's light percussive patterns. The group picks up and Lanz and Rupp engage in an intense interchange over a near hardcore drum assault. The quiet passages do offer something special, but perhaps it's the contrast with the intense moments that make this dynamic clash of sounds so engaging and a little maddening.




Paul Rogers, Olaf Rupp, Frank Paul Schubert - Three Stories About Rain, Sunlight And The Hidden Soil (Relative Pitch, 2018) *****


I was at first on the fence with this one. It is dense, there is a lot happening, and I was searching for the way in. Ultimately, it was the release concert that really opened my ears up to hear the recording. Seeing Paul Rogers man-handling his seven string acoustic bass, pulling sound of it every which way was a start. Hearing Frank Paul Schubert's saxophone work is uncompromising with its perpetual forward motion, both aggressive or subdued. In between these two, Rupp's guitar adds textures and tones, that feel like a connective tissue between the other matter, and adds percussive clatter to the mix.

The first track 'Rain' is a thirty minute improvisation that starts out with gusto and proceeds to travel through very peaks and valleys of intensity. The mid-point of the track is an exploratory run that is a high point of quiet collaborative listening and reacting, over an ostinato bass-line, Rupp plucks an array of notes, like dots of lights on a mountain range at night, as Schubert delicately outlines the think band of light over the peaks. The track builds back to the intensity that it began with, but differently. Now, it's a focused intensity, Schubert blows at the extreme end of the instrument and Rupp's guitar is blurting out thick lightly distorted tonal clusters, while Rogers throws in harmonics and rapid plucked lines. The following track 'Curry', begins with an open and lilting interchange of sounds. Schubert's tone is dominant at first, with quick lines often in the upper register, while Rupp and Rogers engage a give and take that keeps the foundation from solidifying. The trio proceeds to engage via several different approaches: Rogers offers sweeping pendulous tones, while Rupp digs deep into his bag of tricks and pulls out some surprising things, and Schubert delivers a reliable stream of melodic ideas. The third and final track, 'Yeast', begins with the musicians using the extremes of their instruments. Tappings on the fretboard, difficult to discern reverberations from the bass, and muted tones from the sax pool together as a swirl of small sounds that slowly (approximately ten minutes) gel.

Three Stories About Rain, Sunlight And The Hidden Soil became one of my favorite releases of 2018, it's diverse and uncategorizable music that continues to challenge me as a listener.

Available from Relative Pitch directly.

Monday, January 28, 2019

Mary Halvorson / Bill Frisell – The Maid With The Flaxen Hair: A Tribute To Johnny Smith (Tzadik, 2018) ****

By Martin Schray


Sometimes I love reading scorchers (especially on amazon and youtube) of albums and artists I like a lot. Mary Halvorson, for example, often seems to disappoint people who are confronted with her music without having heard her before. On her new release, The Maid With The Flaxen Hair, a duo album with Bill Frisell, she pays tribute to the music of guitarist Johnny Smith. A listener ranted that this was a perfect example of “the bankruptcy of modern jazz guitar, taking one wonderful song after another, burying the melody in all sorts of extraneous effects“. For him the album was just awful and he wondered what kind of tribute to Johnny Smith this was. Well, one that makes perfect sense, of course.

Compared to Wes Montgomery, Joe Pass, Herb Ellis and Grant Green, Johnny Smith is by far less famous. On the other hand, especially among musicians, Smith, who was also familiar with classical music, is widely considered as one of the greatest guitarists of the cool jazz era of the 1950s and early 1960s - and he has influenced both Halvorson and Frisell. Together, they play ten numbers associated with the guitarist, most of them ballads.

Bill Frisell’s connection to Johnny Smith goes even further back. He studied with him in 1970 at the University of Northern Colorado, where Smith had moved after the death of his wife in order to take care of his daughter. Frisell wasn't impressed by Smith’s lessons, coming down on his playing as “old fuddy duddy corny schmaltzy stuff“. He’s often regretted this statement since then, because he soon discovered the grace in Smith's elaborate and lyrical playing. “I didn't get it at the time. I wasn't hearing the beauty. I’m ashamed of myself and embarrassed to tell you this“, he later said about Smith’s style. One of Frisell’s signature tracks, “Shenandoah“ (from Good Dog, Happy Man), is based on Smith’s version of the traditional song and dedicated to him. Frisell did also copy Smith's arrangement of the folk song "Black is the Color of My True Love's Hair“ and it's this arrangement that Halvorson plays note for note here. What is more, she plays it on a guitar designed by Johnny Smith. And what an outstanding version this is. Halvorson’s playing is ultra-precise, she takes the mellowness out of Smith’s version. It’s simple, clean and clear, the melody is crassly put to the fore, so that one has the impression that each note stabs you. This is foiled by Frisell's wobbly, yet elegant accompaniment.

Although the love of the two guitarists of Smith’s music constantly shines through, they make his versions their own as they meander through these well known compositions. As to Halvorson she does this with her hallmark sound created by a volume pedal and a Line 6 delay modeler plus expression pedal, as to Frisell it’s his reverberant, spacious, open style. Another highlight is “In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning“, a classic the duo plays with the utmost respect, almost dissecting it. “Walk Don't Run“, a Smith original and the only uptempo track here, closes the album. It’s a joyful, sparkling number, that sounds as if the notes were made of glass. “I'm nowhere close to getting it right, but I'm going to keep on trying and trying“, Frisell says on playing this tune. That’s a bit too coquettish, of course.

The Maid With The Flaxen Hair is a virtuoso album that not only every guitarist should listen to. Moreover, it’s a very good introduction to Johnny Smith, no matter what the negative comments say.

It’s available as a CD. You can buy it from www.downtownmusicgallery.com or from the label: www.tzadik.com

Listen to “Scarlet Ribbons From Her Hair“ here: