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New York area drummer/percussionist Ken Serio has packed gobs of musicality into a His mode of delivery sports an evolutionary outlook, partly due to his keen use of depth and space. With an arsenal of percussion implements, Serio pursues colorific and highly-rhythmic tone poems, featuring a layered approach and regimented patterns.
On "Part II, Serio uses an electric-slide guitar for a textural effect amid clashing cymbals and a heartbeat pulse, all spiced with an ethereal backwash of multihued sounds. Then on "Part III, the artist employs hand drums, bells, shakers, and perhaps some MIDI-based processing effects to instill a sense of cosmic travel. But he pulls out the proverbial stops on "Part IV, where his East Indian raga groove segues into a blitzing, mischievously, maniacal and polyrhythmic drum solo.
Serio's jazz and jazz-fusion chops are shrewdly counterbalanced on this most compelling effort. You don't need to be a drummer to comprehend and enjoy the musicality he communicates during his four-part panorama, that parallels the rhythm of life. Unlike many of his peers who venture into these lone forays, Serio projects a complementary balance among innumerable factors and practices. Moreover, the artist provides a mini-clinic for aspiring percussionists. Hopefully this gem of a record won't go unnoticed.
Track Listing: Part I; Part II; Part III; Part IV.
I grew up listening to mainstream '70s rock then ended up on the staff at the college paper at San Diego State, and volunteered to review heavy metal LPs. My second semester, the music editor dropped a Fenton Robinson LP on my desk, Night Flight. You like metal; they play guitar--he plays guitar, the editor told me
I grew up listening to mainstream '70s rock then ended up on the staff at the college paper at San Diego State, and volunteered to review heavy metal LPs. My second semester, the music editor dropped a Fenton Robinson LP on my desk, Night Flight. You like metal; they play guitar--he plays guitar, the editor told me. If we don't run a review, Alligator Records is going to stop servicing us.
Night Flight opened up a whole new world for me--the blues led me, inevitably, to Basie, who led to Duke, who led to Mingus, who led to Miles, who led to ...