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Pianist Helio Alves has a light touch, dazzlingly fleet fingers and a knack for drawing listeners into a piece. All those gifts are display on his new album, Portrait in Black and White. Ably supported by bassist Santi Debriano and drummer Matt Wilson, Alves presents a collection highlighted by his originals and lightly spiced with Brazilian flavors.
Despite Alves' capacity for blinding speed, his dashes over the keyboard are never solely showy. Instead, his technical prowess is consistently used to drive or embellish the melody or to add meaningful texture and depth to an improvisation. That control and care allows him to make use of his speed with equal effectiveness, as on his own jauntily paced composition "Sambetinho," or within a ballad like the Antonio Carlos Jobin number from which the album takes its name.
For most of the disc, Alves is firmly in the forefront. His cohorts provide solid and interesting support, but this is truly Alves' showcase, with a couple notable exceptions: a lovely bowed solo by Debriano in the latter portion of "Falling Grace," and another strong bass solo in the following number, "You Must Believe In Spring." For his part, Wilson creates a strong, layered beat for Alves to explore and interact with, providing much of the forward momentum that characterizes this upbeat recording.
Track Listing: 1. Frenzy
3. Angel Eyes
4. Portrait In Black And White
5. Falling Grace
6. You Must Believe In Spring
7. Loose Samba
8. Song For Anna
Personnel: Helio Alves, piano;
Santi Debriano, bass;
Matt Wilson, drums.
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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