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Soul of an Angel Review

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You can't get an idea of the power and majesty of these songs by listening to the clips, as his intros are anywhere from one to four minutes. But what great songs these are. There really aren't many jazz musicians of this stature who can and do write such beautiful melodies, and fill them out with such outstanding arrangements. Not that Mr. Harper doesen't do standards justice, such as on 'It Came Upon A Midnight Clear' on this release, and the magical 'My One And Only Love' from "If Our Hearts Could Only See". It's just that the wonderful melodies of the title song, 'Credence' and especially 'Thine Is The Glory' are new and original and meaningful.
All of these pieces are surrounded by hard and taut playing by the other band members. Francesca Tanksley, who has been playing piano with Mr. Harper for more than 15 years, turns in a blistering performance on 'Thine Is The Glory' that just about makes me weep with joy.
This music is deceptively soft-on-the-edges jazz which is familliar with the entire history of the music, but isn't happy to just sit by and reminisce. This is music that is ready to tell you something new about yourself. Are you ready?

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World-renowned saxophonist performs in quartet, quintet & sextet settings, featuring trumpeter Eddie Henderson, pianist Jessica Tanksley, French horn player John Clark, bassist Clarence Seay & drummer Taylor Baker.

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Black Box Review

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Naked City's post-modernist music belongs to every genre and to none, a baneful musical poltergeist that reassembles its surrounding into an web of chaos. As for the Blackbox collection, these are both definitive Naked City albums. If you could only own three Naked City albums, it would have to be _Absinthe_ and these two.
_Torture Garde_ features 42 tracks, only a few of which last longer than a minute. In these skillful collages, Naked City tightly binds together multiple genres and hops between with reckless abandon, usually played at breakneck speed. "Speedfreaks", the most extreme example, lasts 50 seconds and changes styles and tempos every second or two. Often heavy and loud, with John Zorn's alto sax screeching over blaring hardcore meltdowns or noisy free jazz terrors. There is also Yamatsuka Eye. He's basically just insane. He gabbers and gibbers and screams and shrieks and roars and flies into rabid fits of seizures that seem unrelenting until Naked City hops into something else. Overall, this is some of the hottest playing you'll ever hear. The liner notes come with some grotesque images: stills from Japanese S&M films (nothing very graphic, mind you), a WHACK paintings by Japanese artist Maruo Suehiro.
Then there is _Leng Tch'e_...
"Leng Tch'e" (hundred pieces) was an old Chinese torture ritual where the victim was pumped with opium to prolong his life while he was slowly dismembered. Picture such a dungeon in the Ninth layer of Hell, now imagine its soundtrack. This is one of my favorite John Zorn compositions by far. Of all Naked City songs, this is the most violent and painful, but disturbingly pleasurable like some dark fantasy. A horrible antipodal rapture and agony, it is breathtakingly simple -- a continuous build-up starting on roaring guitar feedback and gradually adding drums, and Yamatsuka Eye's tormented vocals, and finally Zorn's screaming sax, climaxing at a place very different from their starting point and yet constant in its agony. Musically stunning, minimal and gripping, _Leng Tch'e_ is music that seems to play itself, inevitably pouring from a crack in the wall of reality. Eye and drummer Joey Baron are absolutely amazing here, adding so much to the intensity of the music.
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"A specially-priced double-CD reissue, Black Box couples two of Zorn's most extreme and violent creations with the controversial music and artwork intact. Torture Garden (1991) presents Naked City's intense and groundbreaking music combining free jazz, bebop, r&b, country, funk, rockabilly, surf, metal hardcore and grindcore -- usually in the same song! This avant supergroup has influenced scores of bands including Mr. Bungle, Dim Sum Clip Job and the Boredoms (whose singer Yamantaka Eye is a featured guest on these two albums). The rare, seldom-heard, Leng Tch'e (1992), released only in Japan, and long out-of-print, features Naked City in an agonizingly slow, brutal 32-minute assault."
Your music collection can never be complete without a little Naked City.

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Dust Lane Review

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Yann Tiersen's score for Jean-Pierre Jeunet's 2000 French comedy, Amelie, remains, many insist, the great film score of its time. Rather than relying on classical composition (as do most big budget Hollywood films) or the quirky minimalism of most American indies, Tiersen's name-making score established the composer's name by utilizing, for example, accordions and harpsichords in the place of cellos and violins. Big, fancy, details productions that sounded like nothing before, yet were organic and dramatic. Following the Amelie score, which was never properly released in the U.S., Tiersen continued making solo records across the pond, eventually composing another well-thought-of score for a movie called Goodbye, Lenin - also great. Now, all these years later and after a huge amount of success in France, Tiersen has released his first proper stateside record, Dust Lane, for U.S. indie Anti- Records.
Though Americans know Tiersen mostly as a whimsical-yet-technical composer, he has, in his native land, released music that can be grouped in with a number of different genres, including post-rock and even progressive rock. For Dirt Lane Tiersen has taken the guitar-driven style he's flirted with along the way, creating an eight-song epic that should alert a new fan base, likely comprised mostly of 20- and 30-something males who dabble in early 70s electric jazz, loved Radiohead deeply for a period and now talk mostly about Canadian collectives, "movements," Sigur Ros, Mogwai and, probably, French films.
The strings and accordions, xylophones, harpsichords and melodicas pop up here and there, but the focus is on the electric guitar, which Tiersen is masterful - if not showy - with when it comes to composing. Also, the vocals, which aren't used in a hook-verse-hook format, are all in English, a first for the artist. And while the vocal tracks are all very effective and enjoyable, they work only to hold together and decorate the accompaniments, never offering any real lyrical depth, merely presenting a theme focused focused on morality and introspection. Mostly, there's chanting, choruses and vocals made to sound like samples - all things that add to the epic build and swell of each song.
So, yes, the focus here, as it should be, is on Tiersen's great compositions. As always for Yann, the songs are very approachable for listeners with widescreen palates, effortlessly creating a cinematic spin on the sound of bands like Godspeed You Black Emperor and even producers like Jel and Prefuse 73.
The result is an album worthy of breakthrough hype, full of rich, deeply composed and highly enjoyable post-rock that arrives as fully formed as any Silver Mount Zion out there. Certainly created for the American alternative market, Dust Lane should, if people actually hear about it, open new doors for one of France's most beloved musicians. I could go on and on about the many details of Tiersen's new masterpiece, but will refrain, for fear that doing so might take away some of the fun of exploring these songs for yourself. Not just for fans of Mogwai and even obvious flagship bands like Radiohead, Dust Lane could and should do well with a number of sub-markets. Sophisticated ears, I suppose you could say, will find much to love here.

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Already a major performer in his native France and throughout Europe, classical trained composer Yann Tiersen is best known in the US for his art house hit film soundtracks Amelie and Goodbye Lenin. Dust Lane, Tiersen's official Anti and US debut, is a cinematic orchestral pop record that recalls the swagger of classic Serge Gainsbourg, the bravura of early Eno and the faded music-hall grandeur of Brits like Pulp and Divine Comedy as it veers from sunny folk-inspired songs to full choir workouts.

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Frank Zappa - Baby Snakes (1979) Review

Frank Zappa - Baby Snakes (1979)
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Frank Zappa, New York, Halloween ...... Bozzio, Belew, Bickford ....... how many more reasons could a person need to desire this majorly non-boring round thing????
The DVD release of Baby Snakes is a cause for celebration, both for long time fans and novices who are just discovering FZ - for the latter in particular, who never got the chance to experience the Zappa performance spectacle.
At its core, Baby Snakes is a concert film, but it is also a keen insight into the man's creative mechanism, a free association style that embraced all manner of media in addition to music. A prime example is the generous screentime given to clay animator Bruce Bickford, with whom Zappa had worked with on a video project for PBS around 1975. Bickford creates erotic nightmares in clay and on film while Zappa prods him on in metaphorical abandon, the result complimented by jarring sound design created spontaneously by Zappa and his cohorts in the studio. We also witness FZ rehearsing his bandmates, creating on the spot extraveganzas with Roy Estrada and a gas mask, spying on the backstage cavortings of musicians and crewmates, possibly developing new theories and creative concepts from witnessing the bizarre goings on ......
Ultimately, in the course of its 2.75 hours' length, Baby Snakes evolves into a relentless live assault, a labor of love dedicated to the appreciative crowd of New York's finest crazy persons, who are also afforded ample screen time. We learn the History of the Poodle (God's 3rd mistake), witness a debut performance of "I Have Been In You", observe monster drummer Terry Ted Bozzio in a Speedo transform himself into the devil for the number "(Mammarian Protuberances) 'N' Beer", enjoy featured vocal performances by keyboardist Tommy Mars (Pound for a Brown), guest stunt guitarist Adrian Belew (City of Tiny Lites), and even FZ's bodyguard Big John Smothers (Muffin Man), witness the onstage flogging of unwitting audience members with a real leather whip ("This is Halloween, we don't **** around!!") and of course the recommended diet of Frank's own searing guitar work. A truly priceless moment in the film is Bozzio's drumming/vocal performance on the epic finale "Punky's Whips"; if only they gave Oscars for best supporting musical performance in a documentary.
As for the DVD package itself: It is presented as a case study of People Who Do Things That Are Not Normal, complete with file folder bearing the official seal of the Department of Entertainment Security containing typewritten documents, photographs, trade reviews and other critical evidence. The transfer effort is admirable, though the film does show its age in some sections, graininess and a true live mix (not the "enhanced" type that Zappa favored on many audio releases) which at times loses definition. That's rock 'n roll. Due to compression and encoding issues associated with DVD production, the actual volume level is fairly low; this can of course be resolved by cranking your receiver, but you better be riding the levels when you push that menu button! These are minor quibbles in light of this significant video chronicle of the man Frank Zappa, who wrote, produced, directed, scored (duh) and largely financed the original film into existence back in 1979.
The result the closest we've got to a legacy to a creative mind like few others .... watch him work, watch him play, listen as he has his say ("The important thing about this instrument is the way the air smells as it comes out of these holes"), see the Läther Band onstage, venting Warner Brothers rage ..... and don't forget to vote.
We will never forget you, Frank.

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f#a# (infinity symbol) Review

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"The car's on fire and there's no driver at the wheel, and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides, and a dark wind blows. The government is corrupt, and we're on so many drugs, with the radio on and the curtains drawn. We're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine, and the machine is bleeding to death. The sun has fallen down, and the billboards are all leering, and the flags are all dead at the top of their polls."
With this harrowing, deep-voiced monologue begins _f#a#00_ (I can't make the infinity symbol so I'm improvising), a cinematic masterpiece lacking pictures but telling a lucid tale. Long, dusty, lonely elegies of smotheringly morose music illustrate a world on the brink of apocalypse. This is Godspeed You Black Emperor!'s first readily available album (forget trying to find their debut...only 33 copies were ever made ::sigh::), and to many it was their first experience to this band's stunning power. Calm but eerie silences can be extremely disarming as crescendos and loud dynamics can creep up unexpectedly, then retreat with equal abruptness. The band has seemingly concretized into a nonet, but here I'm not sure how many musicians actually worked on this record (I've heard numbers from nine to seventeen). Needless to say this is not a conventional rock band at all. I'm not sure I'd call this rock music anyway -- the writing is so structurally unusual, stylistically diverse, and instrumentally the band works more like a mini-orchestra. Each instrument, from violins to guitars to percussion, is an integral part of an organic collective rather than different musicians working together. Erm, those might sound like the same thing but they really aren't.
Each track is a lengthy suite (16-minutes, 18-minutes, and 28-minutes long) languidly flowing through several movements. Taken individually, each section is remarkable in its own right but the full power of the music is the meshing of different passages to splash different undertows of emotion over a general mood. One could easily say the individual passages have nothing to do with each other and feel randomly spliced together, but I couldn't disagree more. Each movement carries on from the last with coterminous emotions, establishing a congruous whole encapsulated within each track. Perhaps the different movements don't make cohering musical sense (though I don't know who would be actually qualified to say such a thing), but they _do_ make emotional sense.
"The preacher-man says it's the end of time...so says the preacher-man, but I don't go on what he says."
For all of GYBE!'s anguished dirges for apocalyptic endings, there is a faint sparkle of hope sluiced somewhere inside that doomed, lonely shell. This dichotomy of tone -- faint-but-defiant hope and crushing despair -- is emotionally twisting, uniquely powerful, and has resonated through me ever since I've started listening to this band. I'm not sure how long the feeling will last, but this stuff cuts deep. The crescendos this band peaks at are nothing less than utterly overpowering -- 11 minutes into track 2, "East Hastings", I come dangerously close to crawling into a dark corner, clutching myself in the fetal position, and whimpering , "mommy..."
"...hungover it's awful, the sound of trains collapsing back behind of here; outside there are distant birds circling in front of 7 miles of heavy cloud falling down, &from where you're lying one of those clouds looks like a hanged man leading a blind, indifferent horse...THIS IS MILE END MY FRIEND, the hollowed out ruins here &a train runs straight thru them... we made a record here in mile End..."
Those familiar with the band's mythic anonymity and vehement artistic credo may call them pretentious, but I'll be damned if they don't write some of the greatest music I've ever heard. Turn off the lights, crank the volume (this needs to be heard LOUD), and become lost in Mile End. It's a despairing, forlorn place, but you may never want to leave.

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Live On Tour In The Far East, Vol. 2 Review

Live On Tour In The Far East, Vol. 2
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Billy Harper is one of the giants. Unlike John Coltrane he has not conquered any really new artistic frontiers, but he has mastered tenor saxophone absolutely as thoroughly as Coltrane, Sonny Rollins, Dexter Gordon, Pharoah Sanders - or Stan Getz, who sound-wise is Harper's opposite. And as his sound is instantly recognizable, he is unique enough too. His sound is closest to the Coltrane of the Atlantic or early Impulse years, but his sound is even harder and louder. It's the ultimate embodiment of the so-called "texas-tenor" sound, that would cut through any distracting noise even outdoors and without amplification like an inhumanly powerful street preacher. And a preacher he is as you can always here passionate gospel roots both in his playing in the melodic and harmonic structure of his compositions. However, an atheist like myself can enjoy this religious fervor. A fictitious thing like god is easy to pass by, but the very concrete and human struggle, longing and attempts at creating some meaning and structure for one's life that I hear in Harper's music is emotionally gut-wrenching and philosophically realistic.
When listening to Haprer, the weighty and hard-edged sound is of course what one encounters first, but the next thing is the architectural clarity of his solos: he plays very long - often stretching a song to 20 or even 30 minutes, but without any rambling, ornaments or wasted notes. Instead he just builds logically from one phrase to the next, from one harmonic base to the next, with such a clear sense of purpose that following this is like following a speeded up-film of a huge, austere cathedral being built. It's real real-time composition, where each note has a proper place and function. In this Harper is quite the opposite of for example the baroque utterings of let's say David Murray - not automatically better, but very different. Murray in his solos runs frantically around the song starting out as many trains of thought as he can and not worrying how many of these trains really go anywhere, whereas Harper kicks on the engine of just one train but rides that one with supreme authority, twisting its rails where ever he wants to go. As an improvising strategy it's close to that of Mal Waldron and Steve Lacy.
He has mostly worked with an astonishingly small self-penned repertoire, with compositions such as Priestess, Cry of Hunger, Trying to Make Heaven My Home, Destiny Is Yours, Soran-Bushi and I Do Believe, added with a few standards like Coltrane's Countdown and Hart & Rodgers' My Funny Valentine. In this he reminds me of Randy Weston, since both of them have produced a fairly small body of compositions, but of the highest quality, and been content to tackle them again and again - and with stunning results. To keep playing the same compositions for about 30 years may sound like an impasse, but if you think how for example many masterful classical Indian musicians keep on patiently versioning their same old pet ragas - and finding new in them - for dozens of years, it is not that miraculous that the same practise can be proven good in jazz too.
Harper has only made 15 records of his own, his first was Capra Black on Strata-East label and the second was Black Saint, which started the Black Saint record label. Four years later his In Europe started its sister label, Soul Note. Each of these is a well-prepared and fully achieved artistic statement, which partially makes up for the relative smallness of his recorde output.
In 1995 Steeplechase released three albums of live recordings from Harper's quintet's (Eddie Henderson on trumpet, Francesca Tanksley on piano, Louise Spears on bass, Newman Baker on drums) tour in the Far East in 1991. All three are perfect live jazz releases. Harper plays with unflagging vigour and invention, longest tune is 35 minutes long - without a single flabby moment - and the other main soloist, Eddie Henderson is the perfect lyrical counterpart to Harper's stentorian preachings. The recording is in it's way great too, the horns are in your face, which makes them really physical and fearsome. It resembles the thorny and aggressive sound of the Coltrane Impulse live recordings, since in those too the horns were as close-up as possible, really carving their way directly to the listeners' brains. Luckily, in Harper's Steeplechase records the rhythm section is better recorded than on those old Impulses. This kind of unvarnished live recordings are scarce nowdays, since the Blue Note and especially Telarc sound of today is so distant, harnessed, smoothed out and tame, that it often simply castrates the sound of the artist.
This particular Harper album is my favorite because it features his perhaps best composition, Priestess, and gives the definitive version of it. Gil Evans' big band used to play it a lot and recorded a wonderful version of it for an album by the same name, but this Billy's quintet version is maybe even better. A desert island disc if there ever was one.

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Live On Tour In The Far East, Vol. 1 Review

Live On Tour In The Far East, Vol. 1
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This CD is a recording of an April, 1991 concert in Pusan, Korea. As the title implies there are other CDs from that same tour. Teemu Maki has a fine review of Vol. 2 on Amazon.
The personnel are Billy Harper on tenor, Dr. Eddie Henderson (he is a practising psychiatrist!) on trumpet, Francesca Tanksley on piano, Louie Spears on bass and Newman T. Baker on the drums.
Harper contributed four of the compositions, Tanksley is the composer of Dance In The Question and John Coltrane wrote Countdown.
My first point. This group has stuck together for a very long time. On the latest Harper CD that I know of, Soul of an Angel, everyone except Spears is still playing in the group. There are very few jazz groups these days that stay together that long. You can hear it.
Secondly, there is a little too much tendency to write Harper and his groups off as a Coltrane acolytes. He was influenced by Trane to be sure. Tanksley obviously has studied Tyner from the classic quartet days. But Harper's tone is unique and his compositional and improvisational styles are his own (and different from Trane's).
Here is a mental test for this. Imagine another group playing a composition by Trane and one by Harper. I don't think anyone familiar with both musicians would have much trouble guessing which was which. And I know no one would have any trouble distinguishing their actual playing.
By, the time of this recording, Tanksley had long since developed her own approach within the powerful left hand style of Tyner. There are times on these recordings when I listen to the sheer density of her improvisations and marvel at how she can clearly define and elaborate so much melodic material our of her block chords and her changing rhthyms.
Henderson is an equal delight. I believe that it was his work with this group that led to his fine sequence of releases in the mid-nineties. Both he and Harper are able to construct long, compelling and deeply felt soli from this material. My title is to the point. Billy Harper started his musical path in a church and in a very real sense he has never left. He and his cohorts are preachers and they can do no other then to testify when they play. This is very fine, very modern hard modal bop of the highest order. My thanks to Steeplechase for these fine recordings and to
Teemu Maki for reminding me to listen to them.


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