By Derek Stone
For me, 2014’s Blue Dialect was one of those releases that, merely
by virtue of the players involved, absolutely insisted on being
heard. In particular, two names grabbed my attention: Tyshawn Sorey (on
percussion) and Matt Mitchell (on piano). Both of these musicians have
carved out an important place for themselves in the world of contemporary
jazz - Sorey has achieved this by way of increasingly complex
investigations of various modes of expression, from relatively
straight-ahead jazz to contemporary classical and, in the case of pieces
like “Permutations for Solo Piano,” stark minimalism. While perhaps best
known for his astounding work with Tim Berne, Mitchell too has gone on to
prove himself as a one-of-a-kind compositional talent, most recently
brewing up an mesmerizing, electronics-infused stew on last year’s A Pouting Grimace. Admittedly, though, up until hearing the
stunning Blue Dialect, Mario Pavone’s music had eluded me. A few of his
works have been glowingly reviewed on the Free Jazz Blog, but I
just, well, never got around to hearing them. That’s all in the past.
Having spent the last few weeks familiarizing myself with Pavone’s output,
I can now count myself as a fan. Chrome is another fantastic entry
in Pavone’s discography, and it offers yet more proof that he is one of the
finest composers/bandleaders around.
Structurally speaking, many of the pieces on Chrome seem fairly
straightforward and traditional; for instance, there’s often a head to
which the players can return, an anchor that keeps some of their flightier
impulses at bay. The music here is not so much free, then, as it
is intoxicatingly loose. “Cobalt,” for instance, finds Matt Mitchell riding
lightly on the dense and robust waves stirred up by Sorey and Pavone.
Rather than attempt to match Mitchell’s dizzying capers, Pavone prefers to
punctuate and undergird them - that is, until he too engages in his own
fascinating elaboration of the main melody. Throughout all of this, Sorey
is relentless. While some of his other projects find him exploring the
intersections of noise and emptiness, here he seems eager to be as densely
rhythmic as possible - the result is a giddy sense of movement that injects
even the more abstract moments with a joyful, swinging rush. The
successfulness of this combination - Pavone’s steadfast approach,
Mitchell’s light-footed explorations, and Sorey’s knotty, yet danceable,
rhythms - is perhaps largely due to the compositions themselves. In pieces
like “Ellipse” and “Beige,” extraneous matter is boiled
away and we’re left with bare-bones repetitions (often courtesy of Pavone)
and, as things develop, slightly mutated restatements of the theme. Within
that space, however, the players explore their own avenues of interest,
whether those explorations involve unrestrained romps (as is often the case
with Mitchell) or focused outpourings of energy (Sorey). It’s a wonderful
formula that the group wisely sticks to on most of the tracks.
Not every piece is a high-octane explosion, of course. The aforementioned
“Beige” moves at a decidedly relaxed pace, the various elements unfolding
in languid, outward-expanding ripples. Instead of the rhythmic bursts he
releases on some of the other pieces, Sorey conjures up airy exhalations,
each cymbal crash landing like a sign on the dust-blown terrain that
Mitchell and Pavone sketch out. The brief and surprisingly tender “Bley” is
an elegy for its namesake, and one that likely has a particular resonance
for Pavone - the two worked together on 2007’s incredible Trio Arc
(with drummer Matt Wilson). Coming as it does between between the breakneck
“Conic” and the jagged rhythmic phrasings of the title track, it very much
feels like a “moment of silence” for the late, great pianist. The album
concludes with “Continuing,” a piece which, fittingly, continues on with
the modus operandi found on the rest of the album: Pavone’s supple
bass-work, Mitchell’s exploratory cascades, and Sorey’s limber and
responsive rhythmic flurries.
For those, like me, who have overlooked Pavone’s past work, Chrome is as good a chance as any to get your feet wet. If you
like what you hear, it’s highly recommended that you move on to this trio’s
other release,
Blue Dialect
. Pavone, Mitchell, and Sorey are absolutely electric together, and their
combination of influences and styles makes for some of the most inviting,
yet adventurous, jazz today.
1 comment:
Pavone's work has suffered from his association with the mercurial Thomas Chapin and his first release on New World records very much showed that influence. After Chapin's death it was hard to dispassionately evaluate and appreciate his work without that distinctive voice; it just seemed on a lower tier. He's obviously a musician of substance because Sorey and Mitchell wouldn't bother otherwise so I look forward to this and the earlier release of the trio.
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