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Jazz
for January
By
Josh Potter
Steven
Bernstein’s Millennial Territory Orchestra
We
Are MTO (MOWO Inc.)
Ever since Tonic, the hub of the downtown New York City jazz
scene, closed two years ago, musicians like slide trumpeter
Steven Bernstein have been forced to improvise in more logistical
ways. Paradoxically, homelessness has sparked in this scene
some of its most creative work. However, far from the punk-jazz
freakout that his other band, Sex Mob, deliver, Bernstein’s
nine-piece Millennial Territory Orchestra are an adventure
in tradition. It’s Bernstein the arranger who asserts himself
most prominently on this one, offering only one original track
(the title track) amid a host of tasty covers. Relying on
the blues in a time when most progressive jazz musicians spurn
it, the band shuffle and cakewalk in a way that sounds surprisingly
relevant despite the clear nostalgia. Insistent without sounding
urgent, mournful without sacrificing humor, they establish
(and maintain) a sepia-toned mood that might just get young
hipsters Lindy Hopping with their grandparents.
Fight
the Big Bull
Dying
Will Be Easy (Clean Feed)
The fact that Steven Bernstein gave this Virginia nonet his
stamp of approval should say a lot about both their compositional
merits and ability to stretch out. Building from a crepuscular
vamp, the big-band formula on Dying’s title track opens
to frenetic soloing from brass and distorted guitar. Far from
a free-for-all, each piece is punctuated by horn charts that
recall Sketches of Spain, but with considerably more
groove orientation. Clarinet and tenor sax temper the trumpet-and-two-trombone
brass assault, and lend a surprising degree of delicacy to
the mix. For long stretches, certain songs unfold over simple
clave and hand-clap patterns, infusing an element of air into
the large ensemble. If the album calls to mind images of matadors
dodging snorting toros, don’t consider it a coincidence.
The
Bad Plus (joined by Wendy Lewis)
For
All I Care (Telarc/Heads Up)
When the first few lyrics to Nirvana’s “Lithium” arrive—that’s
right, the trio have a vocalist on board for this one—it seems
like a proper fuck-you to all the naysayers who have over
the years called the Bad Plus’ propensity to cover pop music
“gimmicky.” (Jazz critics seem still to be reeling from their
2003 rendition of “Smells Like Teen Spirit.”) As the disc
proceeds, however, it becomes clear that this is a strict
exercise in interpretation. Heart, Yes, the Bee Gees and Wilco
are all covered in a fairly perfunctory fashion with Wendy
Lewis offering a deadpan vocal treatment not unlike what you
could imagine Terry Gross sounding like if she were to sing.
There are certainly some gems, like Pink Floyd’s “Comfortably
Numb,” and the one-two punch of Stravinsky’s “Variation d’Apollon”
set beside “Feeling Yourself Disintegrate” by the Flaming
Lips. The effect, however, is precisely what the band have
tried to avoid throughout their career: The novelty of the
song selection trumps the musicians’ virtuosity. The only
time we get a taste of the band’s chops is on early avant
composer Milton Babbitt’s notoriously “unplayable” piece “Semi-Simple
Variations.” It’s just enough to make you wish the band would
stick to their own great compositional strengths.
Bill
Dixon with Exploding Star Orchestra
Bill
Dixon with Exploding Star Orchestra (Thrill Jockey)
Cosmic
exploration has been a motif in free jazz ever since musicians
started chucking chord changes. Trumpeter Bill Dixon was there
when Sun Ra took his Arkestra out to Saturn’s icy rings, and
even lent his horn to projects with Archie Shepp and Cecil
Taylor, but rather than making like a comet, Dixon spent the
bulk of his career teaching at Bennington College. The 83-year-old
literally came out of the woods to work on this project with
the Chicago-based Exploding Star Orchestra. The 24-minute
centerpiece “Constellations for Innerlight Projections” is
abutted by two 18-minute bookends, and was conceived as the
soundtrack to a film projected from seven laptops. Damon Locks,
singer for another Chicago band, the Eternals, opens the piece
by reading what function as operating instructions: “The sound
is the image/The notes are the cosmic debris/Push from the
center into space/The center is you.” In a manner far more
listenable than the voyages of other celestial musicians,
the ensemble cobble chaos into constellations that frame Dixon’s
searching horn with spatial motifs more common to electronic
music. The effect is smooth and majestic, never smarmy like
some of Miles Davis’ more atmospheric pieces, although it’s
just as transportive.
Lafayette
Gilchrist
Soul
Progressin’ (Hyena)
When
a national publication dubs an artist the “heir to Thelonious
Monk,” as Entertainment Weekly did for this young Baltimore-based
pianist, it can either be a blessing or a curse. While it’s
true that Gilchrist’s playing and horn arrangement bear the
indelible angularity of the aforementioned bebopper, the comparison
fallaciously omits the influence of about 50 years worth of
music. As the title to this one suggests, Gilchrist’s music
is above all soul-centric. The title track connotes more Les
McCann than Monk, and most of the other uptempo numbers move
more like funky fusion than swinging bop. The comparison is
most apt on the one solo ballad, “Uncrowned,” that stands
for Gilchrist as “’Round Midnight” did for Monk. He’s at his
best, however, when supporting his perfectly rowdy horn section.
“Those Frowning Clowns” is the track to throw on repeat.
Avishai
Cohen Trio
Gently
Disturbed (Sunny Side)
Of all the above musicians, Avisahi Cohen is, most likely,
the only one you’ll see grace the cover of Downbeat.
The Israeli bassist has been heralded as a wunderkind for
some time, first cutting his teeth with the Chick Corea Sextet.
At the helm of his own trio and record label, Cohen is rapidly
earning his place as a virtuosic bassist-composer in the vein
of Charles Mingus, Charlie Haden and Dave Holland.
Unabashedly acoustic and straight-ahead, his compositions
reach in directions uncommon to the mainstream. A fractured
quality runs through even the most tender ballads. Never flaunting
of his virtuosity (of which there is plenty), Cohen writes
melodically and performs similarly. Everything on this disc
remains decidedly in-bounds, but this turns out for the better.
Cohen gives the cerebrum plenty of puzzles without neglecting
the heartstrings.
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