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Monday, December 24, 2018

Barry Guy ‎– Blue Horizon - Barry Guy@70 [Live at Ad Libitum Festival 2017] (Fundacja Słuchaj!, 2018) ****


By Colin Green 
 
Hot on the heels of two duo albums on Barry Guy’s Maya label, this 3-CD set comprises 70th birthday celebrations that took place over three days during Warsaw’s Ad Libitum Festival in October last year, curated by Maciej Karlowski of Fundacja Słuchaj (the Listen Foundation) and held at the aptly named Laboratorium adjoining the Centre for Contemporary Art, Ujazdowski Castle. It was an opportunity for Guy to renew old acquaintances, make one in a setting that was long overdue, and as befits his age, reflect on how understanding the past is a way of conferring sense on the present.

Guy’s music is marked by an enthusiastic experimentation with various forms and genres, ranging from the Baroque to jazz and improvisation, with an active interest in art, poetry and architecture. He’s also a distinguished composer of contemporary classical music, work less well known though deserving of equal attention, some of which explores an amalgam of the modern and historic but as in the music of György Kurtág, in such a way as to avoid an ironic theatricalisation of the past. Like all polymaths, Guy can’t be pigeonholed: he’s difficult to classify precisely because he has so much to say – Whitman’s “I am large, I contain multitudes” springs to mind – and three concerts are not enough to capture the full scope of his imagination. Nevertheless, they cover wide-ranging musical ground and give an insight into some of the facets that make up his multifarious personality. Though his influences and interests are many however, Guy’s greatest inspiration comes from those with whom he plays:
“It’s an integrated musical life, whether I’m playing the bass or I’m playing with my colleagues or I’m playing with myself. But the playing of the bass and the extensions of that playing or the type of playing, whether it’s Baroque music or improvised or extended, it’s all to do with the art of playing music with other people. That’s the great leveller, you’re dealing with people.”
The opening session is of Guy on double bass and Agustí Fernández, piano. They’ve performed for some years now as a duo and in a trio with drummer Ramón López (the Aurora Trio) a group described by Fernández as the confluence of three musical traditions: Spanish classical music, jazz and free improvisation. Perhaps Fernández was returning the favour for Guy’s appearance with that trio at his own 60th birthday tribute at the Ad Libitum Festival (the constellation of Guy’s collaborations would fill a wall chart) and they play works featured on their previous duo and trio recordings, together with two wholly improvised Interludes.

Guy’s compositions are often loose and open-ended, extending beyond their apparent boundaries with unexpected turns and provocative shifts. The pair begin with his ‘Annalisa’, a staple of their recitals. A free introduction draws the elements together into a slow, graceful theme picked out by Guy accompanied by rippling piano, which then disintegrates as they expand outwards. There’s an abrupt change as the tune is played in unison at top-speed alternating with thunderous interjections, finally switching back to its former elegance with piano strings providing harp-like glissandi.

The duo exploit levels of dynamic and textural contrast both within and between each piece. Fernández’ enigmatically titled ‘How to go into a room you are already in’ incorporates silence as a dramatic presence as his lilting, Satie-esque melody is unfurled, little by little, followed by ‘Interlude 1’ with prepared piano and treated bass swirling in a cloud of earthy textures and dematerialised sounds. ‘Uma’ consists of varied embellishments of a repeating tune that seems to snake back into itself, morphing directly into ‘Interlude 2’, a study in pulsing resonance. Guy’s ‘The Ancients’ is a grand theme, surging and swelling as it builds and releases, and the duo end with Marilyn Crispell’s ‘Rounds’, more assembly instructions than a composition, made up of assorted articulations of the same melodic segment in always fluctuating movement, as if splitting and merging at a cellular level. ‘Can Ram’ is the encore, another exploration of transitions, from pure sound to musical fragments to the full emergence of Fernández’ noble tune.



On the second day, Guy was joined by Marilyn Crispell (piano) and Paul Lytton (drums). The trio had recorded the studio album Deep Memory (Intakt, 2016) two years earlier, a revival of the group that had made three significant albums in the opening decade of the century focussing on Guy’s own compositions, sometimes from his work for other forces. (One of the fascinating aspects of Guy’s music is the importance of context and how his scores can be reconstituted in different settings, such as the successive realisations of Tales of Enchantment (Intakt, 2012) in Amphi (Intakt, 2014) and Time Passing... (Maya, 2015), a trilogy that moves from Baroque violin and double bass to ever larger and more diverse ensembles.)

Save for two encores, the trio’s set consists of the same pieces featured on Deep Memory and in the same order, with that extra vivacity performance before an audience brings. Loss and return, the importance of shared memory and the passage of time are frequent allusions in Guy’s titles, and themes for the inspiration and construction of much of his more recent music. The pieces he composed for Deep Memory are named after specific paintings in a 2007 Berlin exhibition, Last Poems, by Irish artist Hughie O’Donoghue, sensuous canvases suspended somewhere between representation and abstraction that appealed to Guy for their complex layering of paint, rich colours and surface texture, like accretions memorialising and reinventing the past. In a similar spirit, Guy wanted the piano trio to engage with the tradition of the medium – and the trio’s own history – whilst exploring new avenues of expression, so that what we hear is a suite of multiple narratives which looks back and projects forward.

For all the composite strands to his thinking, Guy understands the virtues of simple tableaux that speak directly, and of a big, bold melody (the serpentine theme that runs through Harmos (Intakt, 1989) is a memorable example). ‘Scent’ is a wistful tune with a Spanish aroma, wafting over arpeggios and tremolos that mimic a guitar. ‘Fallen Angel’ moves between razor-sharp cascades and an undulating figure which grows in solidity and ends with a rhapsodic ascent and reconciliation. In ‘Sleeper’ Crispell provides subtle inner voicings that evoke Bill Evans, eventually giving way to agitated dreams – brutal chords, gritty bass, juddering percussion – from which the piece drifts back to the opening melody, concluding with a jolt. ‘Blue Horizon’, used as the cover artwork for Deep Memory and from which the current collection takes its name, is an elegy of Coltrane-like gravitas, and ‘Return of Ulysses’ with its nervous bebop head, leaping chords, darting runs, scratchy bass and percolating drums suggests the more troubling aspects of the end to his odyssey. During ‘Silenced Music’ each of the trio display their individual sensitivity of touch: swishes and shudders floating about a simple motif decorated and developed by Crispell’s refined keyboard work. In comparison, ‘Dark Days’ is swept along by Lytton’s propulsive gusts in a blur of rapidly repeated notes, incisive staccatos, looping chords and Guy’s skidding bow.

The encores are short and contrasting improvisations. ‘Gossamer’ is just that, a web of fragile textures spun out by the trio, and ‘Voyagers find, whatever is to be found’ is a rousing mash-up. The title is from the poet Edwin Morgan, a line given by Guy to his wife, the Baroque violinist Maya Homburger, many years ago as part of a Christmas card. In return, this box set was prepared in collaboration with her without Guy’s knowledge, as a surprise.



The final concert was a set of duo improvisations with fellow bassist, Joëlle Léandre. Although the pair had played as part of a bass quartet in Le Mans back in the early 80s, and both feature on Sebastian Gramss’ bass-fest, Thinking Of… (recorded at separate locations) this was the first time they’d performed as a duo; a welcome event given their previous partnerships with other great bassists, Peter Kowald, Barre Phillips and William Parker. The feeling of something belated is reflected in the track titles.

These are two double bassists with a strong classical background, who use the bow extensively, and each has developed their own, almost immediately identifiable morphology. Their improvisations are rooted in what might be considered the modernist fascination with “truth to materials”, as typified in the sculpture of Constantin Brâncuși, Henry Moore and Barbara Hepworth, bringing out the inherent properties of the materials they worked – polished bronze, stone that is hard and smooth, the pristine purity of marble, soft organic wood. In a musical context this manifests itself as an appreciation for the fundamentals of sound and its physical production – a function of brain and body – textures that spring from the very nature of the bass and how it can be manipulated, though paradoxically the results can sound completely new, startling contrasts that highlight idiomatic sonorities yet act as defeats of our expectations. They play what could only be achieved on their instrument while often sounding nothing like it.

With Léandre (left side) and Guy (right) they dive headlong into the opening ‘About Time Too’ with vigorous virtuosity. Timbre inspires form as the pair scrape and rattle, snap and scuffle, giving shape to something latent so that making becomes mimetic of the processes of understanding itself. They radiate energy in a welter of bowed resonance and sizzling strings, gradually revealing finer nuances and gradations. Spurred on by Léandre’s vocal contributions textures thicken and thin, melodic bubbles rise to the surface and the piece builds to a conclusion in ocean waves of rosiny chords.

There’s also indeterminacy, a consequence of the inherent mutability of sound: ephemeral, unstable and subject to myriad inflections, endlessly malleable. Léandre and Guy exploit this over 22 minutes in ‘High Time’ with astonishing variety in a process of mutual interrogation and acute responses – exchanging, prompting and challenging one another. As Guy has said, the act of creating music on the spot is emotionally thrilling as well as intellectually satisfying. The pair slip from one zone to another with full-toned thickets of plucked notes, circulating percussive patterns, overlapping glissandi chords falling like leaves in a forest. There are shifts in intensity and focus, fine-grained then majestic, trenchant followed by tender. We hear colliding vectors of serrated edges played below the bridge set against glassy harmonics, and an almost infinite range of surface topologies. They fade out with spiccato taps, flutterings and rustles.

The final track, an encore, finds their basses intertwined, slowly descending to the lowest registers, followed by silence and enthusiastic applause. The title of this last piece, ‘No Matter Where Never Before’, is taken from one of Samuel Beckett’s late poems, encapsulating the conjoined sense of freshness and familiarity which improvisation can provide and how, through our fund of collective memories, time does not erode but renews:
go where never before
no sooner there than there always
no matter where never before
no sooner there than there always


The set can be ordered or downloaded from Fundacja Słuchaj’s Bandcamp site.

As a Christmas bonus, and further evidence that Guy is not slowing down, here’s a concert from a few months ago from the Újbuda Jazz Festival in Budapest given by him with Homburger and Zlatko Kaučičat. The performance includes Biber’s Mystery Sonatas I and IX – a collection that’s something of a lodestone for Guy and Homburger, who’s recorded them complete – Guy’s ‘Celebration’ for violin, beautiful ‘Peace Piece’ and the ‘Tales of Enchantment’ suite mentioned above, each augmented by Kaučičat’s inventive percussion. There’s also Steve Lacy’s ‘Art’, and the addition of two further string players to conclude. If you’re wondering how to fill the holiday period, follow this up with the same three on the excellent Without Borders (Fundacja Słuchaj!, 2017) and the just released, Free Radicals at DOM (Fundacja Słuchaj!, 2018) featuring Peter Evans, Fernández and Guy in Moscow. A surfeit of riches to see you into the New Year.



For those interested in delving further into Guy’s musical history and thinking, I recommend an enlightening essay by Benjamin Dwyer, interviews with Dwyer and Duncan Heining, and Stuart Broomer’s report on ‘The Blue Shroud’ from Point of Departure .

Sunday, December 23, 2018

New from FMP

Wolfgang Fuchs/Bernhardt Arndt/Hans Schneider: Fuchs - Arndt - Schneider (FMP, 1984/2018) ****½


By Martin Schray

Although Wolfgang Fuchs might not be the first name that comes to your mind when you think of FMP, the saxophonist and clarinetist was a typical artist of the famous Berlin free jazz label. He developed a very distinctive sound (Stefan Keune was obviously influenced by it, e.g.) and he was an excellent team player in both large and small ensembles. After he had moved to Berlin in 1974 he played with a large number and variety of FMP musicians including Fred van Hove, Sven-Åke Johansson, Hans Koch, Philipp Wachsmann, Georg Katzer, Evan Parker, Peter Van Bergen and Paul Lytton. He was also a member of Butch Morris' Berlin Skyscrapers project and he participated in various Cecil Taylor bands including the 1986 European American Group, a 1991 Scandinavian tour band featuring Taylor with Tony Oxley, Barry Guy and Harri Sjöström, and the 1999 Workshop Ensemble. The most well-known and outstanding group with which Fuchs has been associated is King Übü Örchestrü, a tentet he founded in 1983 and of which he was the leader with all the changes in personnel and size. Especially Binaurality (FMP, 1992) and Trigger Zone (FMP, 1998) are marvellous, highly recommended albums. Duets, dithyrambisch, his recording with Hans Koch, Louis Sclavis and Evan Parker, is one of my all-time-favourite freely improvised albums. Last but not least, Fuchs was also a prolific organiser, for example as the artistic director of the Total Music Meeting 2001 in Berlin.

On this recording, a concert at the FMP studio in West-Berlin from 1984, you hear Fuchs on sopranino saxophone, clarinet and bass clarinet in a trio with Bernhard Arndt on piano and Hans Schneider on double bass and bass guitar. Fuchs - Arndt - Schneider shows Fuchs at his best, his squawking, squeezed tone collides with Schneider’s harsh, often bowed lines and Arndt’s extended piano technique. The band is more interested in creating a new pointillistic soundscape from a European new music perspective than updating the American free jazz continuum. If you listen to “First Set 8“ to “Second Set 2“ in a row, the whole palette of their tonal cosmos is deployed. Fuchs’ staccato-like bird calls are answered by Schneider’s bass, which sounds as if a lumberjack was at work. Arndt’s piano sways between two-finger simplicity and textures created in the interior of his instrument. However, he can also hurl out fragmented Schlippenbach-like clusters and gloomy runs with his left hand while Fuchs answers with breathless anacolutha on bass clarinet. Drama, brutality, lyricism, intensity, masterful musicianship - the band’s musical spectrum provides a rare aural pleasure even 34 years after the recording was made. One of the re-issues of the year.
Wolfgang Fuchs died much too early of a heart attack in February 2016.

Fuchs - Arndt - Schneider is available as a digital download only.

You can listen to four pieces and buy it here:




Achim Knispel - Total Music Meeting 1994 (FMP, 1994/2018) ****

By Martin Schray

The FMP label has released many free jazz superstars, but guitarist Achim Knispel has remained rather unknown. Knispel, who was also a visual artist, was self-taught and established a unique sound that was rather rock-orientated compared to other FMP artists. He used to turn his amplifier fully on in order to generate noise by the slightest touch of the strings. Characteristic of his style is his hammer-on and pull-off technique, which he sometimes put to the extreme. Imagine a crazy bastard child of AC/DC’s beginning of “Thunderstruck“, King Crimson’s Robert Fripp, and Derek Bailey. So far, his small work has consisted of his solo album “Strapse“ (FMP, 1979), “Erdmännchen“ (FMP, 1977), a duo with Hans Reichel, and “Eickendorffballade“ (FMP, 1981), a duo with drummer Willi Kellers. With the latter he worked during the 1980s, their duo was sometimes extended to a trio by either Trevor Watts or Lol Coxhill.

Now Destination:Out has released Total Music Meeting 1994, a recording of his solo performance from the festival of the same name, which sums up everything which makes Knispel’s music so wonderful. Especially “Untitled 2“ hides exquisite little hook lines beneath a drizzle of notes, Phrygian chords, arpeggios and blues rock riffs. The lyrical and narrative quality of these pieces is reminiscent of Bill Frisell, although Knispel’s sound is less warm and therefore a bit crispier and dust-dry - like a sparkler that burns at both ends.

Achim Knispel died untimely in 1999, aged 52, in Wuppertal.

Total Music Meeting 1994 is available as a download here:



Johannes Bauer - Summer Music 1995 (FMP, 2018) ****


By Paul Acquaro

As opposed to Knispel, Hannes Bauer is quite well known, especially in Germany where the trombonist was very active up until his passing in 2016. He has a long legacy - first recording with FMP on the Snapshot Jazz Aus Der DDR with the Ulrich Gumpert Workshop Band, then with the Manfred Schulze Bläser Quintett, the Conny Bauer Quartet, the Heinz Becker Group, and the  exceptional Doppelmoppel (also with older brother Conny on trombone and Joe Sachse and Uwe Kropinski on guitars). Bauer was also a part of the Globe Unity Orchestra, as well as a member of Peter Brotzmann Tentet, so he really had a deep connection with the label. It's only fitting that one of the latest of the 'new' releases from FMP (digital only) is a solo concert from Bauer. Recorded July 1, 1995 at Haus am Waldsee/Berlin, the tape of the concert was cleaned up and re-constituted by guitarist and audio-engineer Olaf Rupp and it sounds wonderful. The rich tones of Bauer's horn are entirely present and alive on the recording and the audience's appreciation between tracks is the only indication that this was a live recording. Other than that, it's just Bauer strong tones and vivid imagination, swooping between highs and lows, syncopated and joyful. It's a real pleasure to listen to various sounds and ideas - from the whimsical to the textural to the guttural - that Bauer presented. The recording whips by in its 35 minutes, leaving you hoping that there is still more to come from the FMP vaults.

Saturday, December 22, 2018

Chris Corsano & Bill Orcutt - Brace Up! (Palilalia, 2018) ****½

By Nick Metzger

I generally buy anything Bill Orcutt releases for better or worse, and I’ve been both genuinely throttled and slightly disappointed by his steady stream of releases. Some of his work plays like an exorcism, some of it feels inane (perhaps the result of being so prolific), but it’s always full of activity and the passion can’t be denied. His unique guitar playing style has become his own distinct language that he’s used to reconstruct punk, folk, and the blues into something else, is own exclusive ‘other’. No one sounds like Bill Orcutt sounds and that’s why I buy them all. His collaborations with Chris Corsano are some of my favorites, as Corsano has a way of ushering out the best in his cohorts (see any of his mind-blowing work with Paul Flaherty for testament) and is one of the best free improvising drummers active (I’d put him in the top 5 without batting an eyelash). This is their fourth release as a duo if I’m counting correctly, and it’s their first studio album, which removes some of the grit of their live recordings and gives a nice hi-fidelity look into their dynamics.

The record kicks right into high gear on the title track driven by Orcutt’s plunky cluster bombs and Corsano’s everything-and-the-kitchen-sink rhythms. It’s over before you can even process it. Similarly, Amp vs Drum has the underpinnings of a sonic water-balloon fight; it’s a brief but fantastic display of ecstatic give and take from the duo. On Double Bind the pair allows themselves to spread it out a bit more. Orcutt’s guttural vocalizing shows out a bit here, although it’s not nearly as audible as on his acoustic material. The song takes the form of an abstracted free punk/blues blowout that is pummeled into the red by Corsano, who sounds as good here as he’s ever sounded anywhere. She Punched a Hole in the Moon for Me is next, and takes a more probing stance from the outset and builds slowly in intensity. Orcutt’s free vocals are used to good effect here to ratchet up the tension as is his guitar playing, which goes from bluesy and sparse to full-on shred. Corsano follows his lead, providing peaks and valleys of roiling percussion for the guitarist to improvise over.

Poundland Frenzy , Clapton’s Complaint, Bargain Sounds, and Paranoid Time are all brief-but-furious bursts of energy, each lasting well under a minute. They are bite-sized morsels of twangy rhythmic goodness that burn a white hot path to The Secret Engine of History, where the duo again takes on a wonderfully varied and extended improvisation. Love and Open Windows is another longer piece and perhaps the most introspective number on the record. Orcutt’s spacious guitar playing takes on an undeniably Americana-esque inflection, reprocessed via his intrinsic jumble and worry, while Corsano takes on the similarly reflective tenor, offering up more open spaces between his rolls and clusters. The bedlam resumes on the wonderfully titled He Do the Police in Different Voices. The incendiary guitar takes to the fore and drives wild riffs and runs atop Orcutt’s spittle-pocked yelps and gut-hollers. The record ends with Paris Spleen, a choppy avant-blues that becomes more and more prickly, culminating in a percussive explosion of worming, wiry guitar and churning drums.

This is by far the most cohesive sounding album from the duo yet. I’m not sure if it’s the studio environment and good mics or whether after all these years of playing together they’ve just gelled on a whole other level (maybe a little bit of both), but it sounds fantastic. Orcutt has exhibited a refinement in his playing on his last two albums (both studio affairs) that has brought a clarity missing from his other electric material. Yes the music is still frenetic and noisy, but it’s much easier now to see where he’s going and the impossible heights he’s reaching for. And here he has Corsano to give him a boost.



Bill Orcutt and Chris Corsano at Les Ateliers Claus, Brussels, 2018:

Friday, December 21, 2018

Catching up with Jon Irabagon

By Paul Acquaro

It's hard to keep up with all of the music that (fortunately) keeps coming out, and one musician who seems to be both tireless and ever inspired is saxophonist Jon Irabagon. I was first introduced to his playing by Stef's rview of the saxophonists' Foxy and the non-stop blast from that album hasn't slowed yet.

Jon Irabagon - Dr. Quixotic's Traveling Exotics (Irabbagast Recordings, 2018)  ****½



Dr. Quixotic's Traveling Exotics has been in my rotation list for a good long time now. From time to time I have gone in and checked it out, and much like the cabinet of curiosities that graces the cover art of this recording, the music within reveals a trove of highly individual tunes. A commonality is that all feature a top notch band of the saxophonist Jon Irabagon, trumpeter Tim Hagans, pianist Luis Perdomo, bassist Yasushi Nakamura, and drummer Rudy Royston.

The music does not necessarily fit the genre of free-jazz, but the mix of modern-jazz and the complex compositions makes for an intense listening experience, and the track titles make for a good read. The album opens with the cleverly twisted titled track "The Demon Barber of Fleet Week," where Irabagon introduces a circuitous melody and with barely pause, draws the listener in for several minutes. The band comes in with some harmonic force, giving each member a chance to shine. The follow up "Emotional Physics/The Things" hits hard from the get go with a strong hard-bop melody. Trumpeter Tim Hagan's is featured early on with a searing solo, followed by a crafted interchanges between Nakamura and the full band, and a melancholic solo from the leader. Later on, "Pretty Like North Dakota" features Perdomo with a delicate introduction on the piano, followed by a bass and drum tandem melody that floats down like a snow dusting over open fields. Closing out the recording is "Taipei Personality" which starts off with a lurching groove between the piano and drums into which Irabagon deftly inserts an incisive melody. Hagans joins, the two playing intertwining melodies that, if you listen to all at the same time can seriously alter your perception of time and space.

Excellent recording that you should discover if you haven't already.



Jon Irabagon/Joe Fiedler/Todd Neufeld - In Formation Network (Nuscope Recordings, 2017) ****


Of course, one of things that always impresses me about Jon Irabagon is his restlessness - expressed in his compositional prowess, in his unconventional humor (c'mon 'Taipai Personality', that's clever), and his comfort in just about any situation. Here, he plays with guitarist Todd Neufeld and trombonist Joe Fiedler. It's an unusual line-up, probably most famously presented on the News for Lulu recordings featuring saxophonist John Zorn, guitarist Bill Frisell, and trombonist George Lewis.  The music on News for Lulu was very much rooted in late 1950’s/1960’s hard-bop, the music here is less rooted, more shimmering, reminding me often of the wonderful trio of drummer Paul Motion with saxophonist Joe Lovano and Bill Frisell. 

Ok, so the name game has been played, what about the music you ask? It’s open ended, there are strong compositional elements throughout, as well as absolutely free passages where the trio engages in deep dialogs and even humorous interplay. The opening track “C.G.F.” is an example of all of these things. The group follows a composed series of melodies, before breaking into a three solo voices, interconnected but also following their own impulses. Irabagon has a prominent role, at least at first, racing through scales and arpeggios, shadowed by Fiedler, while Neufeld’s slightly distorted guitar cuts through at key moments with textual chords. On the follow up, “Piece of Old Sky”, the three begin with a moody melodic statement, that turn into haunting bellows from the horns. Neufeld drops metallic notes, like glitter, from time to time. The music feels composed here still, some of the interactions are just too well-timed, especially the near silence that cusps Fiedler’s solo. The track “Voodoo” has a lurching riff that is quite accessible, the trio breaks into mutual soloing and here Neufeld has some moments where he places some very Frisellian tonal clusters amid the horn chatter. The penultimate track “Mayday Hymn” is most alluring. The music is suspended by icy legato guitar tones, while Irabagon enages in a circular pattern, and Fiedler connects the two with long flowing lines. 

Dunmall, Paul / Jon Irabagon / Mark Sanders / Jim Bashford - The Rain Sessions (FMR, 2018) *****


Continuing to follow Irabagon, we eventually land in the UK and find him in a "double duo" free jazz setting, where he joins the exciting saxophonist Paul Dunmall and drummers Mark Sanford and Jim Bashford. The sax/drum line-up is a favorite of Dunmalls, he’s recorded wonderful duo albums with drummers Chris Corsano, Miles Levin, Tony Bianco (here and here), and I’m sure many more. This album is dedicated to Cecil Taylor and is a fully improvised session. 

The album begins with 'Part One' - it doesn’t seem like they are too interested in being clever with the song titles here, as 'Part One' through 'Part Four' suffices - with the drums and the two saxophonists going head to head with trills and short tones, pushing and prodding each other, until getting up to quick pace. The music is playful, but not without tension. By the four minute mark, they have already reached a peak, and back off. One of the saxophonists drops out as the other embarks on a solo laced with smart overblowing and big intervallic leaps (I am not sharp enough to tell who is who). Suddenly, the other saxophonist jumps back in, and the energy ramps up every further. The drummers are intense as well, filling the space - but not overdoing it - with rhythmic drive. “Part Two” begins with exploratory percussion, as they definitely needed to cool off from the intensity of the opening track, for over two minutes the drums set the mood, giving the solo sax that joins an open range to play in. The group builds in intensity again, with the Irabagon and Dunmall deftly darting, intensely intertwining, and wickedly weaving their musical ideas around each other and the percussion. 

The Rain Sessions is a fantastic free session that engages, thrills, and leaves the listener tantalizingly gutted. It’s fierce and fiery, but also well paced and given ample space to expand.  

Thursday, December 20, 2018

Ingrid Laubrock and Tom Rainey - Utter (Relative Pitch, 2018) ****


By Gregg Daniel Miller

This is a very intimate record–the recording makes it so. Recorded and mixed by Andy Taub, mastered by Weasel Walter, no less. Closely miked sax, Laubrock’s slightly hollow, dry tone, even austere, on the way to haunting. What you hear is breath, space, muted tonguing, a hint of the room echo, a squawk here, a gently laid tone there, a very personal saxophone. Rainey’s brushes are sweet, just enough, not too much. His cymbal touches and rim hits are measured, chasing after Laubrock, occasionally tumbling his own way down the stairs, but mostly providing emphasis, but not a second song. The saxophone is way out in front. Laubrock’s playing is really the show. Rainey limits his sound/texture pallet quite a bit. Rainey infuses the overall sound with energy and pace according to the sense of musical phrases/gestures, he doesn’t answer to a controlling time-loop. We hear sax keys closing, popping, and mouth noises over Rainey’s stacatto brushwork, rhythmic tone chopping. Some long hollow moans. The richness of the instrument is strongly presented as a feature. Very much a tenor/soprano sax record. There is no fear or anger in Laubrock’s playing, no animosity or angst. An emotionally dry affair. It is not made attractive by histrionics or groove. An interval of genuine fire music and through it Laubrock’s playing remains perfectly clear, in control. On “Chant II,” nervous bird whispering altissimo on soprano. A joyful spirit, some genuine, serious play. She stresses the interval between breath and sound, where each appears as the other’s edge. “Dusk” plays with the microtonal to good effect. On “Riddled,” some quickly moving puzzle patterns. “Shutter” features some speed work and interesting intervals–more of a song than the rest of the recording. Otherwise Laubrock’s note patterns are exploratory and add up to an abstract, pointillist mosaic. At times the playing meanders, but the risk seems worth it. Except on “Shutter,” the tunes don’t have a structure- no head, no repeats, no themes, no breaks, no acknowledgment of what just happened or anticipatory gestures towards what might happen. All the narrative story-telling devices are gone. We’re in that indeterminate space of close freedom where one sound leads to the next, fingers and mouth and breath and sticks move across a surface without depth or dimension.

Overall, we have a document of two players at the top of their game respecting and listening to their instruments and each other. Nothing grand ever occurs; it’s a prosaic encounter with the sonic, textural possibilities of sax and drum. Listening is like being privy to a conversation in confidence between friends wholly sympathetic with one another’s ways of expression.

Wednesday, December 19, 2018

Ellen Arkbro - For Organ And Brass (Subtext, 2017) ****


By Stef

This album has been lying here for too long, and I was fascinated by the sonic architecture created by Swedish composer Ellen Arkbro, and at the same wondering whether its lack of improvisation made it fit to be reviewed on our blog. It is fully composed, but the effect of the historic organ -  specifically tuned in what experts call the "meantone temperament", present in the St Stephen's Church in Tangermünde in Northeastern Germany, and played by Johan Graden - in combination with the brass trio is nothing but amazing. The brass part is performed by a trio consisting of Elena Kakaliagou on horn, Hillary Jeffrey on trombone and Robin Haward on tuba. The effect is mesmerising and relatively unique. “Hidden within the harmonic framework of the Renaissance organ are intervals and chords that are a close resemblance to those found in the modalities of traditional blues music,” explains Arkbro. “The work can be thought of as a very slow and reduced blues music.”

The music evolves incredibly slowly indeed, with long sustained notes, repetitive and relatively simple on the surface of it, with the brass keeping the same lines at different intervals. It is neither somber nor joyous, but solemn, with an additional strange contradiction of sounding both intimate and majestic. As a listener you feel very close to what you hear, while the music is at the same time also so much grander.

A special sound that I did not want to withhold you.






Tuesday, December 18, 2018

Paul Jolly and Paula Rae Gibson - Vestige (33Xtreme, 2018) ****



By Sammy Stein

33 jazz records have been putting out beautiful and interesting music for decades now and the 33Xtreme inset allows dissipation of some of the best free jazz in the UK and Europe. Piloted by musician and producer Paul Jolly, it is good to see him featuring on this CD with UK poet Paula Rae Gibson on vocals. Paul Jolly, as well as being a label producer, has been a member of Sweet Slag and is currently a stalwart member of the free jazz combo the People Band. On the CD he plays bass clarinet and soprano saxophone, completely improvised and completely beautiful. Paul told me recently, "There will be a new album from me - a duo with Paula Rae Gibson, which I think you’ll really like (lots of bass clarinet)." Here it is- and he was right: lots of bass clarinet, some soprano sax, and total improvisation. Paula Rae Gibson is an award winning photographer and author with many books published, exhibitions held and magazine features to her name. She has collaborated with many musicians including Tim Pilling, Sophie Alloway and Sam Leak.

The CD's opener, 'Celebrity', is a poem about anger, the search for power and loss. it features beautiful, deep, seductive bass clarinet explorations, which somehow answer the poetry as if in empathy. Paula Rae Gibson's breathy lyrics are clear and profound. 'Speak As You Find' has the lyricist talking poetically over scale ascensions, descensions and then short, gentle motifs uttered by the bass clarinet, eloquently reflecting the lyrics and their sense of just reined-in anger. In parts, the clarinet emerges from being support to filling the gaps in the lyrics with gorgeous, rich solos which wrap the heart and make the gaps warm, comforting and lovely. In the final section the clarinet rises into altissimo and back to the depths, speaking its antagonism to the lyrics with sensuality and power.

'Echo of You' opens with lyrics depicting an unpleasant vision of life before the clarinet enters , staccato then gentler, as if urging a gentler view of things. A breathy staccato section again whilst the lyrics do their work in painting the landscape in tones of slightly depressive mood. 'I might die tonight, leave in the wind, sacred thing, ' is spoken over repeated, deep motifs, then rapid finger rivulets of sound given by the clarinet as if to counter the darkness of the lyrics. The clarity of both lyrics and the changes in the bass clarinet line makes this track listenable and incredibly interesting.

'Past So Tightly' is just under 10 minutes of dialogue and conversation between the clarinet and poet, the lyrics taking the mood down, the clarinet offering uplifting trills, loose-reeded playful interludes and breathy, deep passages which end up adding their own melancholy. Then stut notes under the dark words offer a lighter take on things, followed by a breathy, just heard line which allows the lyrics to be clear. Gradually the clarinet breathes ever increasing interest into the supporting lines and develops its own dialogue, still allowing space for the lyrics but increasing the dynamic content over which the lyrics continue their emotive, slightly dark tones. The final section sees the clarinet line come up, add life and finally lift the track out of the doldrums and there is a wonderful point where voice and clarinet are on the same held note. Oneness.

'Not Going To Save You' sees the lyrics follow their dark path but this time with soprano sax to lift and reflect. The change is welcome and a far lighter mood is created with the soprano echoing the lyrical lines but with added notes and phrasing which gives them even more meaning somehow. A real dialogue is created between the voice and sax, especially when the lyricist says ' I'm not going to save you'. The sax reacts as if stung and pleading. In the final section the sac soars away on its own line whilst the lyrics continue their downward mood. Mesmeric.

'Heart On Ice Breath' begins with repeated ' I' , under which the clarinet echoes the breaths and develops the ' I am not going to save you' message but with added rhythmic pulsations from the breath of the vocals and the pips from the saxophone. Both voice and sax create a rhythmic track with the sax adding lyrical sections of its own in the final section which are lovely and completely transform the track .

'Strings Made of Mean' is higher, lighter , still with the dark side of life reflected admirably in the lyrics but the sax offers a shinier, melodic interludes which make this track different and uplifting, despite the warnings contained in the lyrics about not getting carried away , not trusting and guarding the emotions. The sax line seems to contrast each dark phrase in the lyrics with a little cheery offering. Lovely.

'Eyes with Which You See' begins with soprano sax solo , airy and light, setting the mood a little higher than it has been, traversing the registers with dexterity and continuing regardless of the unsettling lyrics. 'Celebrity- Reprise' closes the album and a return to the bass clarinet for Paul Jolly, under the poetry above which speaks of the search for acknowledgement and power.
Throughout this album the sense of understanding is clear and present. The lyrics follow many dark paths but the bass clarinet and particularly the soprano saxophone offer contrasts at times, empathy at others and hardly ever break into the spaces so the poetical lyrics cannot be heard. This CD is not for the fainthearted if you are looking for sweetness and light but the poetical rhythms set by the words, the alternate sweet and deep voice of Paul Rae Gibson and the beautiful empathetic music delivered by bass clarinet and soprano sax work perfectly to make it listenable and interesting.





Monday, December 17, 2018

Fay Victor’s SoundNoiseFUNK - Wet Robots (ESP-Disk’, 2018) ****½

By Lee Rice Epstein

Fay Victor is one of the most thoughtful, deep, and groundbreaking vocalists. With her new group, the absolutely wild quartet SoundNoiseFUNK, Victor explores much of the simmering pain, confusion, and fear of living in 2018, while retaining a sense of hope and humor. SoundNoiseFUNK is a spry and fierce super-group, featuring Sam Newsome on sax, Joe Morris on guitar, and Reggie Nicholson on drums.

Impressively—for who among us has not railed against the internet around the dining table—Victor’s “Information Superhighway” brings a genuinely fresh perspective on the turbo-speed disconnection of modern electronic communication (hello, blog readers!). She also delivers the blisteringly wry line that gives the album it’s title, predicting we’ll charge forward “until we short-circuit like wet robots.” The delivery undercuts the lightness of the cover art, with its two bro-like robots chilling and high-fiving in a homemade jacuzzi. “Police Lights and Sirens” features Victor and Newsome in a stunning duet, over a looping blues-funk groove. The unsaid pain hardly goes understated, however, with Newsome in particular sounding out a series of popping notes sounding more like quiet sobs than gunshots, reflecting on the extended aftermath of living in constant fear. Later, on “The Blues Are Always Free,” Newsome blows a gorgeous lyrical solo that lifts the whole track. He’s in really excellent form here, having spent the better part of the 2000s honing his soprano playing to a fine point.

“Creative Folks!” is both an ode and a command to creative artists, as Victor repeats, “We need each other,” and Nicholson plays a brisk funk rhythm recalling his work with Henry Threadgill. “Keep creating, the creating is connection, the contact feels like love,” sings Victor, and the group embraces her pleas fully on the following track, “Textured Pines,” the lengthiest piece on the album, stretching out in a patient, inviting improvisation, with Morris bouncing off Newsome, as Victor intwines her vocalizations through their duet. Later, on “I Sing,” Victor lays bare her raison d’être, supported by the trio of instrumentalists. It’s a lovely ode to artistry, and the group ably amplifies the creative spirit.






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Sunday, December 16, 2018

Open Land - Meeting John Abercrombie ( Music Heritage Productions / ECM Records, 2018) ****


By Paul Acquaro

I was between concerts at the Kongsberg Jazz Festival this past summer when I wandered into the cinema where Open Land was playing. From the opening moments, I was transfixed from the opening shots of the New York skyline across the Hudson River as the blue winter-light of the brittle upstate winter and the dark reds and browns of the city streetscapes reflected the warm/cool contrasts of guitarist John Abercrombie' lyrical music.

As the documentary gets going we're traveling with Abercrombie from his home north of the city down to a gig by train. Set against the rich tone of Mark Feldman's violin in Abercrombie's "Sad Song", the city comes into focus as the song's timeless melody unfolds. Familiar landmarks pass by and the stillness and insular quiet that one can find, something that seems impossible amid the agitation of the city, sets a tone. We then arrive at the jazz club Birdland, in the middle of Manhattan's busy theater district. Then, the cars, trucks, and traffic cones disappear and we find ourselves alone with the guitarist in his house, a Guild hollow body in the background, talking about what made him want to become a guitarist, specifically electric guitarist (the answer, simply, 1950's Rock and Roll). 

Abercrombie is at ease, he's reflective, and there is a hint of mischief in his eyes. As the film continues we see him talking with a luthier about a sweet looking green semi-hollow. He jokes about having 10 - 15 guitars in a room, he says "it's easier than collecting pianos." He is plain spoken, with self-effacing humor and a bit of reservation, in fact, you can almost hear in the music how he interacts with the world around him. 

During the early parts of the film, we get to walk with Abercrombie as he talks about his life, his memories of childhood (like the mean neighbor who wouldn't give the baseball back if it went into his yard), and the places he lived, set to a soundtrack of his own music. Organically, stories of his life unfold, as the camera again follows the train line (on the train) down the Hudson Valley to Grand Central Station. The bleak white snow covered landscape lends a certain aesthetic to the whole film and his memories of being exposed to jazz and how his interest grew is connected to the train ... he relays a story about how, as a teenager, he would take the train to city and go to clubs to see John Coltrane ("Hearing that live ... I had no idea how to relate to it") and Bill Evans ("I thought he should be playing a little cocktail lounge ... years later he became one of my favorite musicians of all time").

Next set to the urgent tones of his song "Banshee", we fly with Abercrombie to Europe. The visuals are stark, ECM-like in their striking, but non-specific details. Long time associates begin showing up and talking about playing and working with Abercrombie. Drummer Adam Nussbaum talks about the effort they make to play and how open and trusting nature of the guitarist.  Organist John Versace talks about how he met Abercrombie, essentially stepping in to replace Dan Wall who had decided to move back to the Mid-West.  Their stories lend support to the general impression of the soft spoken guitarist. 

The concert footage from a show in Lichtenstein is sublime, from the stage banter to the delicate rendition of "Another Ralph's".  We also see Abercrombie teaching a students at SUNY Purchase, interacting lovingly with his wife Lisa, and jamming with friends. We hear him tell stories of how he shared a moment getting stoned with Thelonious Monk, about the gear and guitar through the years, and the music he has made. The film really connects the man and the music: the sensitivity of the music, the generous humor of the person, and the people with whom he chose to surround himself and play with.

Abercrombie had long been a favorite musician of mine, I tried to see hear him play whenever I could, and was saddened when he passed away last year. The tribute concert last year at Roulette in Brooklyn was nice, and it was great to hear and see so many people who felt similarly, so this documentary really hits the right notes. We are lucky that Arno Oehri and Oliver Primus decided to make this film, when they did, capturing the moments that they could.





Jeff Cosgrove, Scott Robinson, and Ken Filiano - Hunters & Scavengers (Grizzley Music, 2018) ****


By Paul Acquaro

This trio of drummer Jeff Cosgrove’s, featuring saxophonist Scott Robinson (an true musical maverick who recently released an excellent homage to Sun Ra's legendary Heliocentric Worlds recordings), and the fearless bassist Ken Filiano (the Brooklyn based musician seems to be everywhere the action is!), has released a wonderfully rich collaborative recording with Hunters & Scavengers.

The D.C. area based drummer did a good deed when he gathered this sympathetic trio for a recording date in New York. The music they developed is thick with melody and rife with risk. Unafraid to dig deep into their collective musical wisdom, they come up with some real pearls like 'Don't Look (Just Run)' with its quick paced musical choices and smeary sax lines, and the follow up 'Eyes of the Hunter', featuring a slowly evolving melody and tension filled bowing. The latter is actually a bit of a harbinger to the albums cover tune, Ornette Coleman's 'Lonely Woman', which is delivered with reverence to the original, but reaches for its own levels of haunting resonance in Robinson's deliberately raw delivery and Cosgrove's textural drumming.