Poor Hank Mobley: overlooked and under appreciated in his lifetime not only as a tenor player, but also as a composer, as this '68 reissue testifies. While none of these originals have caught on through the years, Hi Voltage makes a strong case for a revisit of Mobley's songbook.
With an all-star frontline (Jackie McLean and Blue Mitchell), Mobley takes the band through a set of advanced hard bop ("Two and One"), sophisticated samba ("Bossa De Luxe"), and down and dirty boogaloo ("Flirty Gerty"). Throughout each piece, the passionate rhythm section of Blue Note regulars (John Hicks, Bob Cranshaw, and Billy Higgins) drives along like a '69 Barracuda. With improved sound via 24-bit remastering, Higgins' joyful and precise drumwork is clearer than ever, and much more easily appreciated.
Mobley's tone by this time had undergone a bit of a change. Except for his work on ballads (as on the lovely "No More Goodbys"), his tone is a bit more jagged, and his lines are more clipped than before. Once termed "the middleweight champ of the tenor," he sounds as if he was trying to beef up and move up a class. Teamed up with an ultra-bright McLean, Mobley is trying to roughen up his smooth edges, and it doesn't always work.
Still, it was almost genetically impossible for Mobley to put out any recording that was less than interesting, and this one has more than enough moments to cast a spotlight on an overlooked genius.
Track Listing: 1. High Voltage;
2. Two And One;
3. No More Goodbyes;
4. Advance Notion;
5. Bossa De Luxe;
6. Flirty Gerty.
Personnel: Hank Mobley, tenor saxophone; Jackie McLean, alto saxophone; Blue Mitchell, trumpet; John Hicks,
piano; Bob Cranshaw, bass; Billy Higgins, drums.
The best show I ever attended was the Zawinul Syndicate at the Blue Note in 1997. Being the youngest kids in the room, the host put us right in front of the band. The afro-beat electric set blew the roof off the building, an unforgettable sound
The best show I ever attended was the Zawinul Syndicate at the Blue Note in 1997. Being the youngest kids in the room, the host put us right in front of the band. The afro-beat electric set blew the roof off the building, an unforgettable sound. After, my girlfriend and I just sauntered up the stairs to the green room to meet the
band. I posed for a picture with Joe, after talking a little bit about boxing and how to stay healthy while the other guys in the band tore through a bucket of fried