Third World Love is comprised of three Israelis (trumpeter Avishai Cohen, pianist Yonathan Avishai and bassist Omer Avital) and a native New Yorker (drummer Daniel Freedman). The band has been promoted as a "world-fusion" group and its press clippings hail its appeal to young non-jazz audiences. But make no mistake: Third World Love is a group of serious jazz musicians, with the chops and the resumes to prove it. And while their music incorporates a multitude of Middle Eastern, African and Latin influences, it's blended together into a seamless, organic whole that sure sounds like jazz to these earsmaybe the sound of jazz to come.
Their fourth album continues this exploration of global sounds as a point of departure for some highly intricate, often rapturous improvisations, primarily by Cohen and Avishai. Avital's "Homeland" is a waltz that explores the many musical moods of his native Israel, while Freedman's "La Camerona" has a relaxed Spanish vibe. Cohen's spirited "Nature's Dance" and Avital's Middle-Eastern flavored "Hamina" have steady-driving grooves that should propel bodies out onto the dance floor.
Although there's some somber music here, there's not really much blues on New Blues until the final three numbersthe pianist's slow "Beauty of Death," Cohen's rousing title cut and, as if to dispel any doubts that they can play no-frills jazz, a confident closing take on the Duke Ellington rarity "So."
Track Listing: Joy of Life Intro; Joy of Life; Homeland; Little Echo; La Camerona; Gigi et Amelie; Nature's Dance; Hamina; Beauty of Death; New Blues (Ain't No Thing); So.
Personnel: Avishai Cohen: trumpet and flugelhorn; Yonatan Avishai: piano; Omer Avital: bass; Daniel Freedman: 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