Posts tagged ‘rashied ali’

October 1, 2012

Charles Gayle

Look Up (ESP-Disk)

by Phil Freeman

Buy it from Amazon

I interviewed Charles Gayle once. It was nearly a dozen years ago, in the front room of his tiny Lower East Side apartment. We sat across from each other and talked for a couple of hours; I asked a bunch of dumb, uninformed questions, because I didn’t know much about anything, and he answered patiently, thoughtfully, and at length. When my tape ran out, and I moved to flip it over, he asked that the conversation not be recorded. He hadn’t objected as I recorded the first 45 minutes’ worth of talk, but I obliged him anyway, and in the final piece (a chapter in my first book, New York is Now!), I didn’t use any quotes. He was extremely dismissive of the importance of his own work throughout our discussion, calling what he did “irrelevant” more than once. I believe now that this was a manifestation of his extraordinarily strong Christian faith, no different than his screamingly intense, marathon saxophone solos or his album and song titles.

Gayle’s Christianity isn’t hidden—it’s broadcast via virtually every one of his recordings, sometimes through the titles and sometimes through the actual music (he’s made several albums that seem strongly influenced by gospel forms). In live performance, he’s been known to put down the saxophone and embark on lengthy sermons. This ESP-Disk release, recorded in 1994, is to my knowledge the first official documentation of this latter side of him.

Look Up‘s next-to-last track, “In the Name of the Father,” features a Gayle monologue that begins by claiming that those who say they love John Coltrane and Albert Ayler (players whose influence can be clearly heard in Gayle’s own music) don’t truly understand those musicians unless they embrace Christ. Admittedly, both Coltrane and Ayler were intensely spiritual men, if not necessarily strict churchy types, but I believe it’s possible to find glory and power in their art while rejecting any and all belief in the mythological or supernatural. I certainly have.

Anyway, that’s where Gayle’s preaching begins, but that’s not where it ends. He moves on to denunciations of abortion and homosexuality, too, all based on a faith that seems more rooted in the Old Testament than the New. During this speech, his rhythm section—bassist Michael Bisio, currently heard in Matthew Shipp‘s trio, and drummer Michael Wimberly, who’s been working with Gayle and others off and on for years—keep a free but propulsive groove going, which helps turn what Gayle’s saying into “part of the show,” in some ways, especially since he erupts into another fiery saxophone solo when he’s done yelling. Given that this performance was recorded in California, it’s entirely possible that some, if not many, present treated it as performative madness to be snickered at, as if he was Wesley Willis or someone like that. That would be unfortunate. Gayle’s faith is very real to him, and even though I don’t share it, not even a little, I would never suggest that he be mocked or scoffed at for it.

“In the Name of the Father” is but one track of five, though, and the shortest one at that. The other four are burners of varying length (though every one passes the ten-minute mark) and intensity. In 1994, when this performance was recorded, Gayle was at something of a creative peak; he’d already made his best-known (and best) album, Touchin’ On Trane, with bassist William Parker and drummer Rashied Ali, three years earlier, and would soon release Kingdom Come with Parker and drummer Sunny Murray. Two of the tracks on Look Up are explicit tributes to predecessors—”Homage to Albert Ayler” and “I Remember Dolphy”; on the latter, Gayle plays bass clarinet. The last piece, “The Book of Revelation,” is nearly 23 minutes of fierce blowing, with a core of incantatory melody—there’s nothing random or unfettered about what Gayle, Bisio and Wimberly are doing. Indeed, the way the album is recorded and mixed, the drummer is frequently the loudest element, and he’s playing with extraordinary power, slamming the kit like he’s in a metal band. Bisio disappears beneath this avalanche of percussion at times, re-emerging during the set’s quieter moments (notably on the melancholy “I Remember Dolphy,” which he launches with a terrific, heartfelt solo).

Charles Gayle‘s music is breathtaking whether you share his faith or not. This album is one of the stronger entries in his discography—the fact that the tape took 18 years to emerge says nothing about its quality. Highly recommended.

September 12, 2012

The 50 Greatest Saxophonists…EVER!!! 30-21

Our week-long countdown reaches its midpoint, as we offer you #s 30-21 of the 50 Greatest Saxophonists Ever. And don’t miss a bonus list at the end – Darius Jones‘ five favorite saxophonists! Shall we begin?

30. HENRY THREADGILL. An alto saxophonist of searing intensity, Henry Threadgill is also one of the most imaginative composers on the planet. His early musical history coincides with the mid-’60s inception of Chicago’s legendary Association for the Advancement of Creative Musicians; through the organization he met key collaborators such as Muhal Richard Abrams (whose Young at Heart/Wise in Time marked Threadgill’s recorded debut) and Anthony Braxton. Threadgill also soaked up gospel, polka and classical music at an early age, and he soon began dreaming up his own fantastical, stylistically boundless aesthetic, first showcased as part of Air, a collective trio that reconciled ’60s-style free jazz with ragtime. From there, Threadgill’s palette broadened exponentially, yielding a series of unconventional ensembles, including the double-drum Sextett, the two-tuba and two-guitar Very Very Circus, and Threadgill’s current working band, an entrancing sextet known as Zooid. Threadgill continues to double on flute, but his signature instrument remains the alto sax—the mercurial x-factor in his obsessive, micro-detailed sound world. ESSENTIAL LISTENING: The Sextett is Threadgill’s most accessible band, and its dazzling string of ’80s albums is a great place to get acquainted. Rag, Bush and All, from 1989, may have a slight edge on its predecessor, 1987′s Easily Slip Into Another World, but both are outstanding.

29. BEN WEBSTER. A contemporary of Coleman Hawkins and a product of the rich Kansas City jazz scene, Webster lacked the easy expressiveness of some of his rivals, but had a fat, ragged sound all his own, and the ability to sweeten it up when called upon to do so. A stalwart of Duke Ellington’s orchestra for several years, his stormy playing is less known today thanks to a limited number of releases as a bandleader, but he’s well worth exploring for the distinct quality he brought to the instrument. ESSENTIAL LISTENING: Some of Webster’s best playing is on hard-to-find live dates from his European years, but Soulville, a 1957 exercise with the Oscar Peterson Trio, is a good a place as any to get into his earthy, rough tone.

28. LESTER YOUNG. Young was a game-changer, his light, floating style a near-total counterpoint to the dominant saxophone voice of the time, the blustering Coleman Hawkins. His crucial recordings were all made during the swing era of the late 1930s toe early 1940s, though his career continued until his early death in 1959. His partnerships with Count Basie and Billie Holiday inspired him to most of his greatest heights, though he made some excellent records as a leader, notably the 1956 album The Jazz Giants, which offers a mix of extended, hard-swinging tunes and brooding balladry. ESSENTIAL LISTENING: Count Basie’s Complete Original American Decca Recordings shows you what Young was doing between 1937 and 1939.

27. STAN GETZ. A hugely influential tenor player with an impeccable and extraordinarily beautiful tone, Getz began his career during the swing era of the 1940s, but first achieved major popularity in the early 1950s. A few years later, he began combining jazz with Brazilian bossa nova and had a huge hit with “The Girl from Ipanema,” featuring vocals by Astrud Gilberto. He kept working right up until his death in 1991, rarely losing a step and often making surprisingly challenging albums. ESSENTIAL LISTENING: Quintets: The Clef & Norgran Studio Albums, a three-disc compilation of early ’50s masterpieces, cool and lush without resorting to strings, vocalists or other crutches.

26. DON DIETRICH/JIM SAUTER. These two are paired because they’re difficult to imagine separately. As two-thirds of Borbetomagus, they’ve blended free jazz, improv and noise for over 30 years, and while the Borbeto sound is almost instantly recognizable (in the kind of circles where people have heard of this stuff at all, obviously), discerning Jim from Don within the swirling storm can be difficult even for the men themselves. Besides, one of their major innovations—the “bells together” technique, which is exactly what it sounds like—requires two horns to execute. So really, symbiosis and collaboration are the point. But if you must separate them, Jim’s the one with the beard and Don’s the one with the glasses. ESSENTIAL LISTENING: Barbed Wire Maggots, originally a two-track LP expanded on CD; like sandpapering your eardrums, but in the best possible way.

25. CHARLES GAYLE. A hurricane disguised as a tall, thin old man, Gayle is post-Albert Ayler, post-Pharoah Sanders, even post-music at times. His raw, totally improvised entreaties to God are the equivalent of an Old Testament prophet crying out in the desert, his ever-shifting rhythm sections scuffling and talking mostly to each other as he barrels ahead, mostly on the tenor but sometimes on alto or even bass clarinet, fierce intensity and self-taught but still impressive technique combining into a sound unlike any other free jazz player on Earth, old or new. He also plays the piano sometimes, and isn’t all wild roars—his ballads have a remarkable desolation. ESSENTIAL LISTENING: Touchin’ On Trane, where he restrains himself somewhat to pay tribute to the John Coltrane of Interstellar Space and Stellar Regions, backed by bassist William Parker and former Coltrane drummer Rashied Ali.

24. LOU DONALDSON. This funky, bluesy alto player’s been leading bands since the mid-1950s, beginning as a hard bopper (he worked with Art Blakey immediately prior to the drummer forming the Jazz Messengers) and moving in a more soulful, groove-oriented direction at the dawn of the ’60s. His organ-driven dates like Alligator Boogaloo and Midnight Creeper offer thick slabs of funk, the occasional ill-advised cover tune surrounded by one foot-tapping original after another. Some might say a little of this stuff goes a long way, but Donaldson’s got enough of a fan base among blues, R&B and soul listeners that frustrating jazz nerds was likely never a big concern for him. ESSENTIAL LISTENING: The Natural Soul, a 1962 soul-jazz workout featuring trumpeter Tommy Turrentine, guitarist Grant Green, organist Big John Patton and drummer Ben Dixon.

23. JD ALLEN. A sharp, expressive tenor player whose reputation has grown rapidly in recent years, Allen got a slow start as a solo act, releasing two discs in 1999 and 2002 that went nowhere. Following several years as an in-demand sideman, he formed a trio with bassist Gregg August and drummer Rudy Royston that’s made four terrific albums to date. Allen’s compositions are concise, introspective vignettes (2011’s Victory! packed 12 tracks into 36 minutes) that showcase his Coltrane-in-’64 tone and his focused interplay with his bandmates. He can also be heard regularly backing two adventurous trumpeters: in Jeremy Pelt’s quintet and David Weiss’s Point of Departure. ESSENTIAL LISTENING: Victory!, the trio’s shortest and/but most potent statement to date.

22. CANNONBALL ADDERLEY. This burly alto saxophonist, who also played soprano in his later years, combined hard bop and soul into a funky, melodic, hard-swinging sound that brought him chart hits (“This Here” and “Mercy, Mercy, Mercy”) and steady work on the road. In the mid-1950s, Adderley and his cornet-playing brother Nat had an unsuccessful band; after Cannonball did a short stint with Miles Davis (he’s on Kind of Blue and Milestones), they formed a new band which carried them through the 1960s. In addition to keyboardist Joe Zawinul, the group featured a second saxophone for a while—first played by Yusef Lateef, then Charles Lloyd. ESSENTIAL LISTENING: The Cannonball Adderley Quintet in San Francisco, a joyful, hard-swinging 1959 live date that includes “This Here.”

21. ARCHIE SHEPP. Shepp rarely gets the credit he deserves for having been an early adapter of avant-garde ideas (he partnered with trumpeter Bill Dixon in 1962), possibly because he figured out early on what he wanted to do with the music and stuck with it. One of the first players to deliberately break with the established hard bop style of the day, he settled into a rich and identifiable groove by combining Afrocentric rhythms and themes with leaping, sometimes extravagant free jazz sax lines. Though he rarely went as far afield as the lines of Ornette Coleman or Albert Ayler, he could not have found a more effective way to deliver his chosen message. ESSENTIAL LISTENING: 1974’s Kwanza, released on Impulse! during a particularly strong period for Shepp, finds him laying some seriously spastic sax cuts over a fierce band as well-versed in Afro-pop and hard funk as jazz improv.

BONUS LIST: DARIUS JONES’ 5 FAVORITE SAXOPHONISTS

DEXTER GORDON. Dexter is my home base. His sense of sound, phrasing, harmony, and attitude as an improviser is so inspiring. It completely centers me when I am lost in a sea of esoteric madness.

HENRY THREADGILL. In many ways Henry is what I am striving to be as an artist. He has a very distinct sound/language on his instruments and as a composer. Henry is so down to earth and unique in his perception of life too. I love how he approaches music like an artist of any discipline. Also no matter how sophisticated his music is it still retains soulfulness. He is a major influence.

MACEO PARKER. Joy and happiness is what I think of when I hear Maceo. That is something I don’t feel from a lot of players. Also his sense of phrasing and groove is unbelievable. His commitment to the music that he wanted to play is also inspiring. You can hear the ability to play anything in his playing. But he chose to play music that makes himself and other people happy. So deep!

THOMAS CHAPIN. Thomas was the saxophonist that got me really thinking about expressing my personality through my instrument. I can’t help but to feel this deep sense of connection to self when he plays. He is totally putting himself out there. No matter the perception or context. Just getting off on himself and the band.

JAN GARBAREK. Patience is what I think about every time I listen to Jan. Totally lyrical. Nothing to prove. Completely allowing the music to unfold in the manor that it wants to unfold. His sound is unbelievable. Plus he is not afraid to just play a melody. Beautiful musician.

May 4, 2012

The Franks

Frank Lowe

The Loweski (ESP-Disk)

Frank Wright Quartet

Blues for Albert Ayler (ESP-Disk)

by Phil Freeman

Frank Lowe‘s Black Beings is one of my favorite ESP-Disk releases. Coming toward the end of the label’s initial lifespan, it’s frequently overlooked even by free jazz fans, despite being a potent fistful of skronkin’ awesomeness. The band features Lowe and Joseph Jarman on saxophones, one Raymond Lee Cheng (aka “The Wizard”) on violin, William Parker – making his recorded debut – on bass, and Rashid Sinan on drums. Two of its three tracks were quite long to start with, but when the album was recently reissued on CD, they became even longer. The disc’s opening number, “In Trane’s Name,” is now 33 minutes long. Jarman’s saxophone solos (he plays alto and soprano; Lowe sticks to tenor) are unfettered, nearly screaming, while the leader’s responses start out cleaner and more melodic, but eventually equal the intensity of the Art Ensemble of Chicago member’s blowing. Parker, young as he is on this 1973 date, is nevertheless recognizable, already strumming the strings with thunderous force and bowing like he’s trying to saw the neck from the body. Cheng’s violin playing was attributed to Leroy Jenkins for many years, since “The Wizard” was seen as a pseudonym for someone who couldn’t reveal his or her identity for contractual reasons, and the man who actually did it never appeared on any other albums. His contributions are quite wild and noisy, maintaining the high-velocity, high-energy feel of the performance as a whole. Rashid Sinan, meanwhile, is the engine that drives it all. He never settles into a rattling, polyrhythmic free jazz patter along the lines of Rashied Ali; instead, he attacks the kit like a devotee of Ronald Shannon Jackson, killing it with machine-gun snare, crashing cymbals, and kick drum work worthy of a hard rock player.

“In Trane’s Name” is followed by the five-minute “Brother Joseph,” a solo saxophone piece that serves as a short breather for band and listener alike, before the 22-minute “Thulani,” which is another searing blast, albeit one that seems to subdivide into sections/movements, rather than being just a platform for one blood-boiling solo after another like “In Trane’s Name.” Seriously, Black Beings is one of the most intense, trying-to-sprint-through-a-wind-tunnel free jazz albums ever, an absolute must-hear.

And now there’s a sequel. The other week, ESP-Disk released The Loweski, a 40-minute disc of previously unreleased music from the same performance that yielded Black Beings. Is it as intense as the first album? In some respects. It opens with a six-minute solo by Jarman that’s as concerned with space as with sound – that is to say, he pauses a lot between skronking saxophone screeches. But when the band kicks in, they kick pretty hard. The album is divided into five tracks, but it’s one long piece, and doesn’t really have the variety of moods represented on Black Beings, but if you like that album as much as I do (and you should), you’ll appreciate this new second volume.

ESP-Disk has also just released Blues for Albert Ayler, another previously unreleased early ’70s performance, this one by tenor saxophonist Frank Wright. Wright made two studio albums for the label, Frank Wright Trio and Your Prayer, in 1964 and 1966 respectively, before decamping for Paris. He spent several years there, releasing records on the BYG Actuel, America and Sun labels, under his own name and as a member of the Center of the World quartet with pianist Bobby Few, bassist Alan Silva and drummer Muhammad Ali (brother of Rashied). Wright was a fervid, gospel-influenced player who also owed a major stylistic debt to Albert Ayler – like Ayler, he was a Cleveland native who migrated to New York; the Ayler Holy Ghost box set includes some absolutely primal live recordings of Wright guesting with the older man’s band at a hometown gig.

His band on Blues for Albert Ayler, recorded in 1974 at the club Ali’s Alley, run by drummer Rashied Ali, includes guitarist James “Blood” Ulmer, a player whose work has almost always left me cold, and frequently been actively annoying; bassist Benny Wilson, with whom I’m not familiar; and Ali on drums. You may be as unfamiliar with Wilson as I was, going in, but you won’t be by the time this disc ends. Blues for Albert Ayler, like The Loweski, offers a single piece broken into sections, and Part 4 is a 12-minute bass solo. You’ve been warned.

Even discounting that, though, Blues for Albert Ayler is just not one of Frank Wright’s best albums. He peaked in France – One for John and the albums he made with alto saxophonist Noah Howard, Uhura Na Umoja and Space Dimension, are his best work. The Center of the World albums follow close behind. But his language on the horn was always somewhat limited, and Blues for Albert Ayler finds him going as far as he can, and winding up nowhere special. For most of its 75-minute running time, Wright and Ulmer are playing simultaneously, beating a simple pattern into the ground. Wright’s signature move – a high-pitched whinnying scream – is heard over, and over, and over again, as Ulmer plays fumblefingered riffs and knots of notes that sound like he’s tuning the guitar as he goes. It’s somewhat inevitable that the listener’s attention begins to flag; there’s just too little variety, and too much raw blowing and scraping (and rattling of the drum kit). Focused listening becomes impossible, and you just have to let the music wash over you in a wave. Which eventually turns into waiting for the wave to pass.

So yeah, ultimately neither of these albums is essential. But The Loweski at least complements Black Beings, while Blues for Albert Ayler is free jazz at its most self-indulgent, as clear a case of diminishing returns as one could imagine.

April 30, 2012

A List Of 50 Jazz Albums

by Phil Freeman

Apparently April 30 is International Jazz Day. So as a way of subverting the canon-building exercises that are sure to go on across the jazz internet today, I’ve come up with a list of my own, based on the contents of my own iPod and CD tower. Here, just because I like you, are…

50 Jazz Albums Unlikely To Make Other Lists Of 50 Jazz Albums You Will Read On International Jazz Day 2012

  1. JD Allen Trio, Victory! – 12 tracks in 36 minutes. Concise, thoughtful trio playing led by one of the best young tenor saxophonists around. (Much more here.)
  2. Fred Anderson/Kidd Jordan/William Parker/Hamid Drake, 2 Days in April – A double disc of sprawling, sputtering, ferocious liveage featuring two killer, veteran saxophonists and maybe the best rhythm team in early ’00s free jazz. A high-water mark for everyone involved.
  3. Borbetomagus, Barbed Wire Maggots – This one’ll take your face right off. One of their most metallic, jagged albums, and with these guys that’s really saying something. Two saxes and a guitar; many, many pedals; no mercy.
  4. Anthony Braxton, New York, Fall 1974 – One of his friendliest albums. It was either this or The Montreux/Berlin Concerts, but “Opus 23B,” the wildly swinging album opener, closed the deal.
  5. Peter Brötzmann, Nothung – The legendary German reed-eater brings his saxophone to a blindfolded three-way kickboxing match with bassist William Parker (yeah, him again) and drummer Michael Wertmüller.
  6. Clifford Brown & Max Roach, Clifford Brown & Max Roach – Not everything on this list is gonna be skronky or intense. If you can’t get with “Delilah,” we can’t be friends.
  7. Don Cherry, Eternal Rhythm – A confluence of Euros, plus guitarist Sonny Sharrock. Two extended jams, two chances to peel the top of your skull off and let the sky in.
  8. Ornette Coleman, To Whom Who Keeps a Record – A collection of brilliant leftovers by the 1959-61 quartet, for some reason bequeathed to the Japanese until it was assimilated into the mind-crushingly awesome Beauty is a Rare Thing box. It’s been reissued by itself since, so you’ve got no excuse.
  9. Alice Coltrane, Lord of Lords – The greatest version of Stravinsky‘s “The Firebird” you’ll ever hear. (More here.)

10. John Coltrane, Meditations – Two side-long explorations, one harsh, one mournful and beautiful, both the sound of Coltrane ushering Pharoah Sanders into the spotlight.

11. Miles Davis, Nefertiti – The moodiest (and my favorite) album by the 1965-68 acoustic quintet.

12. Stacy Dillard, Good and Bad Memories – A young tenor player who reminds me of Hank Mobley. (More here.)

13. Bill Dixon, Thoughts – Trumpet, alto sax, tuba, two basses and drums. A series of subdued but sometimes heart-stoppingly beautiful pieces that bring autumn with them.

14. Charles Gayle/William Parker/Rashied Ali, Touchin’ On Trane – If ’90s free jazz has an ultimate statement, this album is probably it. (Much more here.)

15. Dexter Gordon, A Swingin’ Affair – Gordon is one of my favorite saxophonists, and this is tied with Dexter Blows Hot and Cool for my favorite album of his.

16. Grant Green, The Complete Quartets with Sonny Clark – Green’s stinging guitar tone perfectly mates with Clark’s light, yet bluesy, touch on the piano. The 10-minute version of “It Ain’t Necessarily So” here is eyebrow-searing.

17. Tim Hagans, Animation/Imagination – Trumpeter Hagans and producer Bob Belden meld jazz, drum ‘n’ bass, and raw energy into something totally unique. This album still represents an unexplored potential future.

18. Julius Hemphill, Dogon A.D. – Indescribable, really. Earthy funk meets nerve-jangling abstraction. A total classic, finally getting its due. (More here.)

19. Joe Henderson, Inner Urge – The fiercest (and the only quartet disc) among Henderson’s mid ’60s run of Blue Note albums, all of which are essential. “El Barrio” prefigures David S. Ware‘s entire career.

20. Andrew Hill, Compulsion – Extra percussion brings out the beast in Mr. Hill.

21. Noah Howard, Noah Howard Quartet – The alto saxophonist’s slightly Ornette-ish, arty debut, for ESP-Disk.

22. Bobby Hutcherson, Dialogue – More brilliance from Blue Note’s mid ’60s crop of post-hard bop innovators. Sam Rivers enlivens things.

23. Keith Jarrett, Fort Yawuh – A double live CD with plenty of groove and fervor, by one of the best bands of the 1970s (Dewey Redman on sax, Charlie Haden on bass, Paul Motian on drums).

24. Frank Lowe, Black BeingsWilliam Parker‘s first record, and saxophonist Lowe’s fiercest. The most recent CD reissue offers radically extended versions of pieces originally cropped for vinyl, and the brand-new The Loweski offers 40 more minutes of music from the same night.

25. Branford Marsalis, Crazy People Music – My favorite of his 1980s/1990s albums. The tunes are better, the playing more friendly and less smirky than others in his catalog…just a fun, enjoyable, non-didactic record.

26. Wynton Marsalis, J Mood – The trumpet is the sole horn on this beautiful, bluesy album.

27. Grachan Moncur III, New Africa – After multiple collaborations with alto saxophonist Jackie McLean on Blue Note, this trombonist moved to Paris and made this killer album for BYG Actuel. Soulful, fierce, percussive and compositionally surprising.

28. Thelonious Monk, Monk. – My favorite album by my favorite Monk band. I’ve always preferred the Columbia albums to anything that came before, and this is a bare-bones masterpiece.

29. Lee Morgan, Search for the New Land – The title track is a droning epic unlike anything else in this brilliant, dead-too-early trumpeter’s catalog. Everything else is blues, groove and funk.

30. David Murray Octet, New Life – A later effort by the Octet, but one that’s strong enough to knock walls down.

31. Sunny Murray, Homage to Africa – The legendary free jazz drummer brings in extra percussionists and gets meditative, without losing his fierce edge.

32. Other Dimensions in Music, Now! – A tragically under-worshipped full-improv quartet who take Ornette’s ideas and Albert Ayler‘s, blend them, and launch them into the stratosphere.

33. Painkiller, Guts of a VirginJohn Zorn goes grindcore with help from Bill Laswell and Napalm Death drummer Mick Harris.

34. William Parker Trio, Painter’s Spring – A hard-swinging date featuring Other Dimensions in Music‘s Daniel Carter on sax. Proof that free jazz also offers the freedom to not scream in the listener’s face.

35. Jeremy Pelt, Soul – The best album yet by one of the best trumpeters around. (Much more here.)

36. Ike Quebec, Heavy Soul – So much reverb on the leader’s saxophone, it sounds like the microphone is rolled up in the carpet, but these thick organ grooves are unstoppable. (Much more here.)

37. Joshua Redman, Compass – In which an occasionally too-glib saxophonist doubles his rhythm section and makes the best album of his career.

38. Sam Rivers, Crystals – Known for small-group freedom, saxophonist, composer and general organizer Rivers assembled a gigantic band for this collection of finely honed mini-epics.

39. Matana Roberts, Live in London – An excoriating performance by a fascinating alto saxophonist. (Interview with Roberts here.)

40. Sonny Rollins, East Broadway Run Down – Every one of his albums is muscular, but this one, with its epic title track, is a bruising workout. The ballad “We Kiss in a Shadow” is the real keeper.

41. Pharoah Sanders, Izipho Zam – There are a lot of people on this album, but in terms of raw impact, it might as well be just Sanders on sax and Sonny Sharrock on guitar.

42. Sonny Sharrock, Black Woman – And speaking of…Sharrock took “jazz guitar” to hell, and made the flames feel terrific.

43. Archie Shepp, Fire Music – Big, swinging, roaring workouts by a saxophonist with little or no sense of subtlety, but hey, sometimes you just wanna shout.

44. Wayne Shorter, The All Seeing Eye – A more interesting composer than player, saxophonist Shorter’s best Blue Note album includes some killer tunes, but the best one, “Mephisto,” is by his brother Alan.

45. Walter Smith III, III – A young saxophonist with killer trumpeter Ambrose Akinmusire in his band. Smart hard bop that remembers melody and groove.

46. Cecil Taylor, The Cecil Taylor Unit – The debut album by Taylor’s best band, one that created a unique sound blending jazz, modern classical, and frequent outbursts of almost rock-like drumming from the never less than astonishing Ronald Shannon Jackson. There’s an extended article on this group in Burning Ambulance #5.

47. McCoy Tyner, Tender Moments – A larger-than-usual ensemble gives Coltrane’s pianist a chance to expand his sound. Despite its title, this is not a ballad session – it’ll knock your chair over for you.

48. Buster Williams, Pinnacle – A funky record by the bassist for Herbie Hancock‘s best band, Mwandishi. Occasional vocals can’t wreck it, so you know it’s good.

49. Frank Wright, Church Number Nine – Two album-side-long tracks during which saxophonists Wright and Noah Howard attempt to out-shout both each other and pianist Bobby Few. If gospel music sounded like this, I’d go to church.

50. Larry Young, Lawrence of Newark – Organist Young’s spaciest, most prog album, leaving his appearance on Carlos Santana and John McLaughlin‘s Love Devotion Surrender in the dust.

Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 49 other followers

%d bloggers like this: