As an example of the accessible programming you needed to look no further than Juno, a lively young five piece band which appeared at Herr Nilsen. Made up from four women and one man, they mixed pop, rap and jazz, spiced by sporadic unruly outbursts from Georgia Wartel Collins' bass and Ingvald Vassbø's drums in particular. On tenor saxophone Mona Krogstad largely alternated between the tunes, riffs, coloration, and occasional solos. But with their animated stage presence, it was vocalists Thea Ellingsen Grant and Malin Dahl Ødegård who supplied the focal point. They complemented each other with slightly different styles. But although Ødegård laid down a mean line in rap, while Grant offered more dreamy interpretations, both betrayed their jazz roots with scat solos on different numbers. Collins fashioned a very good, solidly structured bass solo from repeated figures, while Vassbø made the most of his turn in the spotlight, while the two singers played percussion. After being invited back following their debut in the 2017 edition of the Festival's Nordic Showcase, it was no surprise that they enjoyed the support of an enthusiastic audience crowding the small club.
Kristoffer Kompen Quintet
Trombonist Kristoffer Kompen delivered some swinging small group jazz with the help of his Quintet comprising reedman Atle Nymo
, pianist Eyolf Dale (again), bassist Jo Skaansar and drummer Pål Hausken in the small but packed jazz cafe Herr Nilsen. Kompen's territory of choice was a lilting mainstream, which was expansive enough to take in both rocky and bluesy influences, performing material from the group's Sundown
(Kompis, 2017) album. Kompen's smoothly articulated solos, sometimes with slight blaring inflections among the gently gamboling lines, befitted someone who has paid homage to swing era icon Jack Teagarden.
Inventive within the parameters of the tunes, Nymo often pushed the boundaries and was more inclined to depart from the chordal frameworks, playing with time, oscillating between registers, and overblowing. His angular phrases and ululating tremolos often elicited a response from the drummer, and indeed the subtle interactions among the band were one of the joys of this outfit. Dale proved most likely to mix things up, his sparkling piano solos full of little quotes, dislocations and playful emphases.
On "Duke" inspired by Ellington, Nymo's bass clarinet cosseted the leader in a luscious unison, before a luminous piano feature for Dale, which had air of Scottish folk song. Then on the title track from the album with its hymn-like theme, Kompen stretched to his most ebullient work, drawing on the thematic material, but then gradually expanded his tone to a broad vibrato and upped the emotional ante. Nymo's tenor solo stretched things even more and it was delightful to hear how the piano and drums responded, before a final chorus verging on the polyphonic, to round off the set in rousing style.
For Friday night's opening concert, the quartet responsible for Danish guitarist Jakob Bro
(ECM, 2018) assembled before a full house at Nasjonal Jazzscene Victoria. No festival in Oslo would be complete without reference to the stereotypical Nordic sound, and this was it. Alongside Bro were a multigenerational band formed from American bassist Thomas Morgan
, and the Norwegian pair of drummer Jon Christensen
and trumpeter Palle Mikkelborg
. Christensen, who has featured on over 60 ECM albums, turned 75 in 2018 and took center stage, flanked by the others, although his tasteful drumming was the antithesis of showy.
In fact subtlety and restraint were the watchwords for the entire group. The drummer set the proceedings in motion, smiting his cymbals sparsely and ushering in Bro's balmy rippling guitar. Morgan and Mikkelborg pitched melodic lines into the sonic equivalent of a drifting mist, which fitted hand in glove with the seductive ECM ethos. An electronic rumble generated by Bro's guitar formed the transition to the next piece. Bro uses a lot of FX throughout, almost constantly adjusting his sound from reverb, to tape loops, to electronic squiggles via an array of pedals spread at his feet, but without causing any harshness to disturb the often ethereal tone.
With his swirling lyricism and reiterated motifs, Mikkelborg often kindled thoughts of electric era Miles Davis, as he prowled the stage. Morgan furnished a sure-footed presence. He took a lengthy unaccompanied pizzicato introduction to the penultimate number, which eventually resolved into repeated vamp, illustrative of how he often provided the sinew around which the lightly sketched pieces congealed. For his part Christensen maintained a simmering impulse, at one point pattering on shells of drums to add a singular flavor. Paradoxically he attracted the loudest applause at the conclusion of one piece where he theatrically wafted his sticks in the air without actually striking any of his kit.
The audience definitely bought into Bro's atmospheric, introspective concept. They concluded their set with a richly lyrical tune, featuring a lovely eddying Bill Frisell
like melody, before the inevitable encore.
In something of a departure, the Festival presented New York City's The Klezmatics
at Cosmopolite, a small theater space with table seating. Formed in 1986, they were in at the basement level of the klezmer revival, although singer, accordionist and pianist Lorin Sklamberg was the only surviving original member at this concert. His bandmates hail from a variety of musical backgrounds. Both reedman Matt Darriau and drummer Richie Barshay
come from jazz. Indeed Barshay boasts some serious references, as he formerly held down the drum stool in the bands of Herbie Hancock
and Chick Corea. Violinist Lisa Gutkin and bassist Paul Morrisset were both thoroughly grounded in various folk musics before joining the band. They bring all these influences to bear on songs from across the band's 32-year career.
With a mixture of infectious dance melodies and mournful laments, they ignited the Friday night audience in an adroit feat of programming. Sklamberg's superbly expressive vocals wrung the last drops of pathos from the largely Yiddish songs. Although the Klezmatics sang mainly in Yiddish, they've also recorded music in other languages such as their Grammy-winning album Wonder Wheel
(Shout Factory, 2006) consisting of previously unrecorded songs by folk singer Woody Guthrie, from which they featured "Gonna Get Through This World," sung by Gutkin. They've found inspiration from round the world, later performing a Basque resistance song translated into Yiddish.
They thread high caliber musicianship into their material, swapping between instruments to ensure a colorful palette. Some of the interplay between Gutkin's violin and Darriau's flute proved sublime. On alto saxophone and clarinet, Darriau slid between notes, drawing on Balkan and Eastern tonalities. Barshay too was resourceful, starting one solo starts on the rims, shells and sticks of his kit, and good naturedly encouraging audience participation on another. A good time vibe predominated as they invited the crowd to clap and sing along almost from the word go, a tendency encouraged by numbers like the jaunty title track from Apikorsim
(World Village, 2016) with its circus music inflections.
To close, they finished with another Woody Guthrie lyric, an anti-fascist love song which passed at a whirling hyperspeed, only to stop and then resume as a slow dance which gradually accelerate to a spirited finale. The exuberant crowd loved it and give a standing ovation to demand an encore.
Sentralen, a multi-floored, multi-venued complex housed in a former bank, played host to the Nordisk Showcase, which featured groups from jazz schools and conservatories across Scandinavia, as well as one from Scotland and another from South Africa, somewhat straining the geographic boundaries of Nordic in the process. The building was packed with a mainly young audience which augurs well for the future of the Norwegian scene, even if not all of them stick around for the more complex stuff.
Of the bands I caught, Aganche Lynx from Malmo in Sweden gave a very theatrical presentation, primarily through singer Agnes Kofoed Christianson. Although their songs were jazzy and occasionally folky sounding, they didn't afford a lot of space for individual improvisation, but they addressed that through a novel way of devising a continuous performance, by using melodramatic declamations or solos from drums or piano to link numbers.
Riffs aplenty from Bangkok Lingo, a young very energetic five piece from Oslo, really got their hometown audience going. They featured some effective contrapuntal interplay between Lyder Øvreås Røed's trumpet and Lauritz Skeidsvoll's tenor sax. A volatile exchange between the drummer and percussionist also garnered a positive reaction on "Lost Tribes."
From the WITS School of Arts in Johannesburg, the WITS Art Collective delivered a set of melodic jazz, irresistable rhythms and soulful vocals from Keorapetse Kolwane. On Miriam Makeba's "African Sunset," pianist Mdu Mtschali gradually took the rootsy rhythm further and further out until he was bashing out time with the flats of his hands, though still maintaining the same lilting cadence. On trumpet, Tal Gordon both shaded the vocal line but also smoldered with passionate intensity on the ballads, to conjure a suitably late night vibe.
Jo Berger Myhre & Ólafur Björn Ólafsson
Not part of the Nordic Showcase, but appearing in the same complex, the Norwegian/Icelandic duo of Jo Berger Myhre and Ólafur Björn Ólafsson created a soundscape which went far beyond the drum and bass instrumentation. Bassist Myhre has played with the likes of Nils Petter Molbær, Splashgirl, Susanna and Mariam the Believer, while the Icelandic drummer and keyboard player Ólafsson has performed with Sigur Rós, Jóhann Jóhannsson and Skúli Sverrisson. They began in intriguing fashion as Myhre bowed a cross between whale song and Bach, against Ólafsson's spacey drone. Unfortunately their slowly intensifying dynamic took a turn for the worse when Ólafsson switched to an amplified primal throb at the drum kit, as the volume made me fear for my hearing, driving me from the room.
Judging by turnouts alone, the festival could be counted a resounding success. All the concerts seemed well-attended by a variety of ages. That was particularly true of the Nordisk Showcase on the final weekend, with a predominantly young throng. Perhaps they were attracted by free entry to an evening's entertainment, but if so it was a successful ploy. But the Festival was also very much a success in terms of the extensive spread of styles presented, especially as that was happily achieved without stretching the definition of jazz to breaking point, as done by some other major festivals which include rock acts to bolster income. If one area was under-represented it was at the freer end of the spectrum. It was interesting that the annual Blow Out! Festival of improvised music was on during the same week. That might present an opportunity for closer cooperation in future years through some sort of link up, in promotion if nothing else.