Trumpeter Greg Kelley is known for his modernistic excursions within various improvisational circles. With this solo outing, the artist does not rummage through anything that adheres to the straight, narrow or even free-jazz zones. This, my friends is an entirely different ball of wax. Here, Kelley explores the guts of his horn via multiphonics, upper register hissing sounds and otherworldly tonalities. Curiously strange yet undeniably fascinating, Kelley intermixes dark, ambient tones with mechanistic phrasings. At times, he conjures up effects such as water trickling through a pipe while also disconnecting his mic outputs from the amplifier or p.a. system. Hence, the artist embeds split tones with rhythmically charged electronic malfunctions and more. And while this release might not be everyone’s cup of tea, Kelley’s imaginative powers translate into a source of amazement.
I love jazz because it's sophisticated, international, atmospheric yet free, cool and warm.
I was first exposed to jazz through the sultry voice and flawless swing of my mother.
I met Mark Murphy, David Linx, Kurt Elling, and Youn Sun Nah.
The best show I ever attended was Youn Sun Nah in Paris.
The first jazz record I bought was Native Dancer by Wayne Shorter and Milton Nascimento
My advice to new listeners: open your mind and your ears, forget about structure, feel the textures.
Go see live music and keep buying CDs!