Malachi Thompson & Africa Brass: Blue Jazz

The “Black Metropolis Suite” opens the recording with the appealing, intricately layered “Black Metropolis.” When the Brass sits out, Thompson and company channel Lee Morgan. When the Brass returns, Thompson dances over the top of them. Drummer Leon Joyce, Jr. skips on the snare, nearly keeping a shuffle beat with a boogaloo undertow. Bartz contentedly rides the bus the first time through, then plays with meter sounding too cool to hurry. His unique tone can suggest Lou Donaldson at times. Of course, Harper’s not in a hurry, but he plays fast anyway.

“The Panther” uses bold Brass strokes to create a groove similar to Sonny Rollins' “Alfie.” Thompson boosts the excitement into the high register, and Bartz keeps it bluesy with slurred phrases and a taste of Coltrane. “Jazz Revelations” unfolds breezy and urbane, with Thompson slicing through the tenacious Brass. Its hard bop swing puts Harper right where he belongs and he plays with taste and power. Kirk Brown steps out on piano and the rhythm section boils.

On “Blues for a Saint Called Louie Suite,” Thompson and company turn the clock farther back. A portentous opening gets “Po Little Louie” going, with Dee Alexander adding wailing vocals to the wailing horns. “Get on the Train” has Thompson utilizing vocal techniques on horn, but as the tempo rises like a runaway train, he plays it open; Ari Brown keeps the train running in his bass clarinet keys. “Blues for a Saint Called Louis” plays it old time, with Brown back on clarinet this time. Alexander adds vocals to the Prohibition era swing, singing, “There’s a Saint/His name is Louis/He plays a heavenly horn/Now jazz is born.” Thompson works muted against the wah-wah plunger mutes of the Brass.

The title track casts Thompson’s trumpet as straight blues vocalist, preceding Alexander’s voice. Suddenly the band breaks out into the 21st century with Harper leading the way. Harrison Bankhead seems intent on keeping up with him, before the band gears down to the original blues riff and Alexander takes it out. As the disc winds up, Wayne Shorter’s “Footprints” gets an unexpected helping of Latin spice.

Quite simply, Blue Jazz is a slab of steaming soul.

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