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My dictionary defines a shrike as one of a type of birds "that have a strong notched bill hooked at the tip, feed chiefly on insects, and often impale their prey on thorns." Now it's nearly certain that Australian trumpeter Scott Tinkler had the cry of the bird (and not its lifestyle) in mind when he titled his third trio record. But there's also something sharp and predatory about Shrike Like. The stark black-and-white cover of the disc features Tinkler perched on a tree branch, birdlike, scanning his surroundings.
Unlike most trios, Tinkler's trumpet/bass/drums setup operates with more spontaneity than arrangement; more pulse and flow than notation; and more sudden swooping changes than predictable declensions. While each tune tends to operate within a specific groove defined by bassist Adam Armstrong and drummer Simon Barker, even the rhythm section turns on a dime, edging back and forth between funk and swing and free playing. Shrike Like features aggressive, forward-looking improvisation with an edge. In many ways reminiscent of Ron Miles's '96 record My Cruel Heart, this disc examines the many approaches a trumpeter can use to sail through levels of rhythmic foundation, co-evolving with it along the way. Tinkler's virtuostic playing relies upon extended techniques such as false fingering, stop-tonguing, and multiphonics, though he also flies on the straight and narrow when necessary. Slow-moving insects beware: this shrike does not hestitate to strike.
I was first exposed to jazz as a middle school band student. A college ensemble passed through and put on a concert for the band students (of which I was one). The level of mastery and musicianship blew me away, intimidated, and inspired me
I was first exposed to jazz as a middle school band student. A college ensemble passed through and put on a concert for the band students (of which I was one). The level of mastery and musicianship blew me away, intimidated, and inspired me. Try as I might, I was never able to achieve a high enough level of competency to perform at the level I was first and subsequently exposed to. Regardless, I was hooked on jazz and remain so to this day.