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One-time New York downtown scene guitarist Bill Horvitz aligns with saxophonist Steve Adams of ROVA and drummer Joseph Sabella for this jaunty, bass-less trio set. The title might refer to his occasional absence from the global jazz scene, but the music marks a jubilant return to action.
The trio navigates through nooks and crannies with an up-tempo mode of attack. Subtle traces of North African modal concepts, funky grooves and tricky unison maneuvers allow the band to generate a powerful impetus. Adams' whirling sax lines serve as a strong foil for Horvitz' multipurpose voicings and scathing single-note flurries; the latter periodically cranks up the volume controls for an avant-rock effect. Sparked with loose grooves and torrid soloing endeavors, the trio mixes it up rather nicely.
This divergent session also features a few introspective moments where the artists dig deep from within. Other highlights include wily free bop pieces and intricately designed three-way dialogues where the band goes for broke. Ultimately, I hope that Horvitz doesn't wane from the jazz scene for an extended period. This optimistic gathering of like-minded musicians packs a prodigious wallop! Eagerly recommended.
Track Listing: The Irish Smile; The Disappearance; Zoom; Heart Rumors; Archives; Trapeze Girl; Puck; Diatribe, Part 2; Hand of Man; York Island Retreat; The Truth of Fiction.
Personnel: Bill Horvitz: electric and acoustic guitar; Steve Adams: alto, tenor saxophone, bass flute;
Joseph Sabella: 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.
Night Flight opened up a whole new world for me--the blues led me, inevitably, to Basie, who led to Duke, who led to Mingus, who led to Miles, who led to ...