Moment's Notice Reviews of Recent Recordings
Alex Hendriksen + Fabian Gisler
Heroes Are Gang Leaders The Last Poets
Transcending Toxic Times is a thoroughly collaborative effort between The Last Poets and producer Jamaaladeen Tacuma; fronting a core quartet and sundry guest artists, the bassist’s searing grooves and sweet Philly settings give Baba Donn Babatunde, Umar Bin Hassan, and Abiodun Oyewole, the latitude to lace their texts with exhilarating refrains (“For the Millions”) and soulful hooks (“Love”). Unlike their prior recordings, the poets are repeatedly on the verge of being swamped by the music, the sting of their words and the urgency of their delivery notwithstanding. A host of funk albums start out at Mach speed, but quickly downshift to more sustainable tempi and attack; not this 2-CD set, as redlining intensity prevails well into the second disc. The Last Poets and Tacuma achieve a potent synergy, which propels Transcending Toxic Times with unrelenting fervor. With three poets, a rapper, and women singers – as well as a sextet – Heroes are Gang Leaders is a troupe in a full sense, as members take turns coming to the foreground to play off the others, creating a teeming interplay between spoken word, song, and music throughout The Amiri Baraka Sessions. Co-founded by poet Thomas Sayers Ellis and saxophonist James Brandon Lewis, HaGL creates sweeping metaphors from grits and other staples of everyday life. In doing so, Ellis, poets Randall Horton and Mariahadessa Ekere Tallie, and rapper Da Frontline, extend the trajectory of the album’s namesake, who was syntactically graceful while being blunt, and molded phosphorescent nuggets with seeming effortlessness. The well-considered blending of musical sub-genres is also essential to HaGL’s work; to this end, the contributions of the gifted Lewis and his colleagues – vocalist Margaret Norris, bassist Luke Stewart, pianist/vocalist Janice Lowe, trumpeter Heru Shabaka-ra, drummer Warren Crudup, and guitarist Brandon Moses – are precisely dolloped throughout the proceedings. Heroes are Gang Leaders is beyond category.
Eric Hofbauer
Aside from his wonderful playing itself – he generally favors a clean tone, and eschews excess – he’s drawn to conceptualism in his composing. I’m a sucker for that, and Book of Water is one of Hofbauer’s finest in recent years. For this entry in Hofbauer’s focus on the elements, his combo Five Agents (which is actually a sextet) delivers a bracing live set of postmodern mainstream jazz. Backed by the ace Boston rhythm section of bassist Nate McBride and drummer Curt Newton, Hofbauer and the tasty three-horn front line (trombonist Jeb Bishop, tenorist Seth Meicht, and trumpeter Jerry Sabatini) cavort through a complex, protean suite. The opening “Water Understands Civilization Well” is filled with fascinating, organic shifts. Hofbauer comps incisively, one of many seemingly independent voices, from pinwheeling brass exchanges to scalar tenor, all flowing together inexorably. Like many of Hofbauer’s pieces, this one balances melody, asides for modest noise, layered pulses, and more. There’s a lot going on, but the music isn’t designed to overwhelm you so much as get you listening to the collectivity of ideas in play. This is true even in very soft pieces like “It Wets, It Chills,” whose guitar and drum interplay is like a trickle, an eddy, set against subtle horn voicings and a gentle pulse that sets up some ace playing from Sabatini. “It Is Not Disconcerted” feels almost like an extension of the preceding piece, with some similar techniques opening up into further expression. Its slow, deliberate pace (McBride and Newton impress, as ever) gives it a slightly free feel, which Meicht and Hofbauer emphasize in their somewhat abstract playing. Bishop deals out an absolutely killer solo, with choice overtones, followed by some of Hofbauer’s strongest playing here: wide open, spiky chords contrasted with glissing and crystalline shapes that he uses in conversation with the horns. “Well Used, Adorning Joy” opens with solo guitar, where Hofbauer displays a range of techniques, from expressive chords to soft noise. Spacious and patient as ever, the ensemble weaves in the thematic material gently, navigating different ideas until eventually merging them in the juiciest swing. The most intense piece is “Ill Used, Will Elegantly Destroy.” It opens with a brisk section for guitar, drums, and outrageously good trombone. The hugely buoyant head that follows is purely joyous, and as the ensemble solos exuberantly, Newton and McBride simply surge. It’s a smart, inventive, bracing record.
Matt Mitchell
Mitchell’s prior Pi release, 2017’s A Pouting Grimace, was a large-ensemble effort that utilized multiple percussionists and unusual instrumentation to emphasize texture and sonority alongside structural complexity. Employing an eponymously named quintet, Phalanx Ambassadors features similar intricacies, including multi-layered rhythms, polyphonic harmonies, and urbane melodies. Though rigorously structured, the music leaves ample room for improvisation, and despite the group’s smaller size, Mitchell conjures an unusually dense and rich sound. Mitchell’s idiosyncratic charts required the keyboardist, Miles Okazaki (acoustic and electric guitars), Patricia Brennan (vibraphone and marimba), Kim Cass (acoustic and electric basses), and Kate Gentile (drums and percussion), to rehearse for eight months before their first performance in 2016. At the time, Cass and Gentile had been working with Mitchell as Phalanx Trio. Cass, Gentile, and Brennan also played on A Pouting Grimace; their familiarity with the demands of Mitchell’s writing is central to the current record’s success. “Stretch Goal” opens the date with a frenetic drum solo. Fueled by a labyrinthine theme introduced by Mitchell and Okazaki, the music has a recursive quality, culminating in brief improvisations from each member in reverse order from normal expectations: Cass gives his bass a visceral workout; Mitchell follows with a rhythmically and harmonically complex piano solo; Brennan plays iridescent vibraphone variations; and the usually reserved Okazaki ends his statement with skronky fretwork. “Taut Pry” and “Zoom Romp” continue this thread, developing brash, distorted textures with unconventional rhythmic displacements. These two miniatures run less than two minutes each but exhibit Mitchell’s affinity for groove, an under-sung aspect of his artistry. As the album progresses, tracks get longer, and tempos and intensity quell into spacious moments resonating with hypnotic power. The longest, “Phasic Haze Romps,” is the session’s centerpiece. Opening slowly, cascading guitar notes accompany effervescent vibes and sparkling piano, Gentile holds down the bottom, Cass upholds the harmonic foundation, and Mitchell and Brennan play counterpoint with Okazaki, revealing a luminous motif. A languid meditation, “ssgg” similarly takes several unexpected turns, developing a beguiling theme and a haunting denouement. The penultimate track, “Be Irreparable,” gradually assumes form, its fractured melody and insistent groove channeling the band’s energy into a kaleidoscopic display. The closing number, “Mind Aortal Cicatrix,” features a latticework of gleaming guitar, crisp piano, and shimmering vibes. Shifting tempo and mood, the tune gains speed and complexity, ending the set with a masterful demonstration of ensemble unity. The shifting meters, unorthodox harmonies, and unconventional textures of these compositions evoke a neo-classical feel as well as progressive tendencies, recalling Stravinsky as readily as Zappa. Mitchell writes virtuosic parts for each member; his formidable partners are also given room for individual expression. In this light, Mitchell’s gifts as a bandleader, improviser, and composer are all equally on display. Phalanx Ambassadors may indeed be the most challenging music Mitchell has created, ever.
Evan Parker Matthew Wright Trance Map+
Trading the introspective studio constructions of the original project for an expanded live setting, the group draws on many of the same paradigms, with morphed, inverted, and transformed processing and electronics shot through with Parker’s labyrinthine soprano playing. Electronic oscillations, glitched and fractured samples, and dizzying skeins of hums, buzzes, and crackles wrap around themselves with constantly shifting focus of field and ground. Linson’s bass playing and the processing of it add an anchoring lower register as well. All of this is pulled off with masterful technique and polish. But while that can make for mesmerizing listening, the sheen of those layers starts to overwhelm as things continually pile on top of each other with phantasmagoric overkill. There are many sections that flash through, but one longs for a bit more moderation, a surer hand at leaving space and letting ideas sit and develop rather than the roiling streams of restless digressions.
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