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January 29, 2013

Miles Davis

Live In Europe 1969: The Bootleg Series Vol. 2 (Legacy)

by Phil Freeman

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This second volume of Sony Legacy’s 3CD/1DVD sets of live Miles Davis material documents a band that never made it into the recording studio: the quintet of Davis, saxophonist Wayne Shorter, keyboardist Chick Corea, bassist Dave Holland and drummer Jack DeJohnette. (Yes, these guys can all be heard on Bitches Brew, but they were surrounded by other players—the quintet was solely a road band.) The four shows here document a band in transition, not only from month to month but even from night to night, as the inclusion of two back-to-back shows at the Juan-les-Pins festival in Antibes, France on July 25 and 26 show quite clearly.

Only three songs, all newish compositions, are performed on both nights: “Directions,” which would be Davis’s opening number for several years, “Sanctuary” and “Miles Runs the Voodoo Down.” All three were tunes he was working out on the road, but had yet to record. The rest of the set on the first night includes numbers the 1965-68 quintet made famous (“Footprints”), but goes as far back as the early 1950s (“‘Round Midnight”), too, and concludes with a fast run through “The Theme,” which he’d been closing sets with for virtually his entire career as a leader. The set from the following night focuses much more on newer music, bringing in “Masqualero,” “Nefertiti,” and “Spanish Key,” but adding two more old favorites, “I Fall In Love Too Easily” and “No Blues.”

What becomes clear when listening to these raucous, electric (in the literal and metaphoric senses) performances is that the band wasn’t just transitioning from an acoustic jazz sound and mindset to an electric, rock-informed sound; it was also splitting into two different bands, sort of. Though Miles Davis was the leader, and the star attraction, he was in danger of being overshadowed by his sidemen. The quickest way to understand what was going on is to listen to Jack DeJohnette. When he’s backing Wayne Shorter, Chick Corea and Dave Holland (and even more so when Shorter steps away, too, leaving the band to function as an electric piano trio), he plays like Mitch Mitchell of the Jimi Hendrix Experience, battering the kit into submission. When Miles steps to the microphone, DeJohnette frequently reverts to conventional swing—an aggressive version of swing, to be sure, but it’s definitely “jazzier” than what he’s playing when the boss walks away. Corea and Shorter are also playing much more “out” stuff than Davis; the electric piano jabs and spits sparks here.

November 1, 2012

Tony Williams Lifetime 1971

Here’s some terrific video, with augmented soundboard audio, of the Tony Williams Lifetime performing at the Montreux Jazz Festival in 1971. This was the final version of the group’s first incarnation—guitarist John McLaughlin, who played on the band’s first two albums, Emergency! and Turn It Over, was gone, leaving behind only Williams and organist Larry Young. But the drummer added Ted Dunbar on guitar, Juini Booth on bass, and Don Alias and Warren Smith on percussion, and (with the exception of Booth) made a third album, Ego.

Here’s the video:

May 28, 2012

Jerome Sabbagh

Plugged In (Bee Jazz)

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by Phil Freeman

French saxophonist Jerome Sabbagh has been fascinating me for a couple of years now. In November 2010, I reviewed I Will Follow You, a CD he did with guitarist (and frequent partner) Ben Monder and drummer Daniel Humair. That album blended abstraction, both melodic and noisy, and swing in ways I would eventually discover were trademarks of Sabbagh’s (and Monder’s). The two albums they’ve made together, as a quartet with bassist Joe Martin and drummer Ted Poor, have a kind of delicate approach to rhythm and group interaction that’s very reminiscent of Paul Motian‘s bands—no surprise, then, that both Sabbagh and Monder played with Motian for several years prior to the drummer’s death. (Read Sabbagh’s memories of one such gig.) What’s surprising to me is how well I like the sound they achieve, since Motian’s rhythmic concept is not one I typically embrace; I’m much more drawn to a forceful backbeat and groove. But Sabbagh’s deliberate, patient explications of a piece’s melody, his slow unwinding solos, work very well over a kind of abstract shuffle, and I’m not so sure they would work as well were he to be driven forward by a more aggressive player.

Anyway, when I heard Sabbagh’s new album was going to be called Plugged In and feature electric keyboards, I naturally assumed Monder would be present, too, as his best work (to my ear) is when he steps on the pedal and cranks it up in a manner reminiscent of Bill Frisell with Naked City or the Ginger Baker Trio at their farthest out. I guess I was expecting something in the vein of Tony Williams’ Lifetime, plus saxophone, or Larry Young‘s Lawrence of Newark. But there’s no guitar at all on Plugged In. The band is Sabbagh on saxophone, Jozef Dumoulin on keyboards, Patrice Blanchard on electric bass, and Rudy Royston on drums. And while the music is occasionally fierce and biting, much of it is smooth and fusiony, sometimes in disconcerting ways. For example, while the album opener, “Drive,” lets Dumoulin take a skronky solo over rumbling drums from Royston, the fourth track, “Jeli,” is overly busy and built around a melody that sounds like Weather Report-as-cruise ship band. Royston’s assaultive solo and Dumoulin’s zapping synths can’t save it from Blanchard’s too-slick-by-half burbling.

There’s a lot of music to take in on Plugged In—14 tracks in 65 minutes. The longest is the 7:10 “Aisha,” an atmospheric and somewhat vaporous ballad; the shortest is the 2:15 “Boulevard Carnot,” which is mostly a showcase for the keyboardist, who sounds like he’s imitating Keith Jarrett‘s work with Miles Davis in 1970, until Sabbagh briefly joins him in the piece’s last 30 seconds. If I’m making the album sound disappointing, it’s not; the saxophonist’s cardinal virtues, namely his insistence on patiently stating and restating a melody without throwing in a half-dozen tricks to impress his music-school buddies, are as present as ever. And Royston is a terrific drummer who improves every band he’s in. He supports Sabbagh in much the same way he bolsters JD Allen in that man’s trio. The unpredictability of Dumoulin’s keyboard sounds also adds more excitement than might be present with a lesser player around. Only the choice of electric rather than upright bass feels like a mistake, and even that works more often than it doesn’t. This is a weird, jazz-rock but not “fusion” record that’s likely to open itself up to the listener more and more each time it’s heard.

Listen to “Drive”:

Listen to “Ronny”:

January 31, 2012

Jeremy Pelt

Soul (HighNote)

by Phil Freeman

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Trumpeter Jeremy Pelt‘s fourth CD with his working band—tenor saxophonist JD Allen, pianist Danny Grissett, bassist Dwayne Burno, and drummer Gerald Cleaver—has been described as a “ballad session,” but it’s really just a slightly more simmering album than its two predecessors, 2010′s Men of Honor and 2011′s The Talented Mr. Pelt. The trumpeter (who I interviewed in November) is not as indebted to Miles Davis as some other players out there—his open horn sound is much less piercing and sharp, and he employs a mute much less often than Davis, certainly not making it a linchpin of his style—but his quintet’s interactions are very much in the spirit of Davis’s mid ’60s group with saxophonist Wayne Shorter, pianist Herbie  Hancock, bassist Ron Carter and drummer Tony Williams. And while The Talented Mr. Pelt at times recalled early recordings by that group, like E.S.P. and Miles Smiles, Soul reminds me, at times, of Nefertiti, a moody disc from relatively late in the group’s lifespan.

There are substantial differences, of course, between the two groups, and the two bodies of work. Indeed, the differences are so many, and so impossible to ignore, that they almost render the comparisons invalid and lazy. So let’s move on to talking about what makes the Jeremy Pelt Quintet such a top-shelf band, and Soul such an excellent album.

Soul begins with a trio of five- to six-minute compositions—”Second Love,” “The Ballad of Ichabod Crane” and “Sweet Rita Part 2: Her Soul,” a piece composed by pianist George Cables and also recently recorded by The Cookers, a group whose two albums I reviewed here almost a year ago. “Ichabod” is an almost strutting blues, with terrific piano work by Grissett and rock-steady timekeeping from Cleaver, who many probably know best as a free or avant-garde player. Working with Pelt’s group, he demonstrates a total mastery of blues and swing, anchoring the group quite firmly while still managing to make the drums a powerfully expressive instrument. “Sweet Rita” is the only time Pelt plays with a mute on Soul, and the reined-in horn blends beautifully with Allen’s murmuring, introspective tenor saxophone. Allen (Burning Ambulance #4′s cover subject) has a lighter touch here than he does on the albums he makes with his own trio, where he tends toward concise, moody statements. On Soul, particularly on extended tracks like the 8:36 “The Tempest” and the 11:20 “What’s Wrong is Right,” he drifts along for minutes at a time, letting the melody and an innate feel for the blues take him where they will.

Pelt’s playing on “The Tempest” is particularly fierce; he cuts loose with long, ribbonlike upper-register runs in the manner of Freddie Hubbard, dancing around the piece’s melody before diving right back into it, as on target as a predatory bird. Indeed, the album’s two longest tracks are also its best, allowing the entire band to romp and interact together in fascinating, yet viscerally thrilling ways.

There’s a surprise element added to Soul, too: On “Moondrift,” the quintet is joined by vocalist Joanna Pascale. It’s a straightahead reading of the Sammy Cahn standard, at 3:45 a good 90 seconds shorter than anything else on the album. In a way it serves as a rest break between the first five tracks and the disc’s final stretch, comprising the epic “What’s Wrong is Right” and the closing “Tonight…”

Soul is a tremendously accomplished, utterly pleasurable demonstration of the power of a working band operating at peak strength. There’s not a bad track or dead spot anywhere in its 53 minutes; it’s not only the best album yet by Pelt and his quintet, but one of my favorite jazz releases of the 21st Century. If you’re not paying attention to what this group is up to, you’re really missing out.

Listen to “The Tempest” below:

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