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Prominent USA West Coast jazz artists, saxophonist Rich Halley and cornetist Bobby Bradford, disseminate a restless spirit, boosted by memorable compositions and compelling improvisational jaunts on this 2010 set. Bradford is a living legend via his affiliations with Ornette Coleman and long-running partnership with pioneering clarinetist John Carter. As anticipated, this band does not disappoint. Sparked by commodious passages, surging exchanges and invigorating free-bop sprees, Live at the Penofin Jazz Festival offers the complete package.
Halley leads a changeable game plan, with the musicians varying the pitch, altering tempos, and morphing grooves into semi-structured choruses. A major highlight is the fifteen-minute "Grey Stones/Shards of Sky," where the quartet executes a torrent of passionate exchanges to form a hugely entertaining panorama.
Bradford's concise lines initiate impressions of an avant-garde military parade atop drummer Carson Hailey's precision-oriented snare fills. The frontline also tosses in melodic intervals, laced with a few classical type segments, while Hailey's inventive solo offers an extension of the principal pulse and generates a new perspective to a suite-like composition.
Vibrant and loaded with unanticipated surprises, Halley's broad jazz vernacular and enviable chops help consummate a diverse program that yields several knockout blows.
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.
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