Monday, 30 May 2011

Ambrose Akinmusire - review

Californian trumpeter of 29 years old Ambrose Akinmusire defines the spirit of research for comparisons - and in his case, they are with some of the biggest names in the incarnations more African-American jazz, Miles Davis included. But newcomer Akinmusire is not just a virtuoso Swoosh - the power of his work comes as much from its context, a group of young friends of long date and associates. His shrewd and resourceful Walter Smith III tenor saxophonist is up to the League of the Akinmusire, as are the other members of a quintet that buzzes with ideas.

The group opened with Confessions to my unborn daughter, the first track of the new album, when the heart emerges shiny - a meditation trumpet unaccompanied tones high crystalline, whisper-quiet (bearing the Norwegian Impressionist Arve Henriksen in mind) and runs serpentine boppishFinally absorbed in counterpoint to occasional rising anthem of the theme and Smith tenor saxophone. A rough tempo groove followed, releasing graceful, leaping octave long lines of Akinmusire - his improvisation foresight over long distances, being the quality that it shares with the giants of the tradition of Lester Young to Sonny Rollins, or his first model of the trumpetClifford Brown.

Pianist Sam Harris - which sounds as if his distinctive vocabulary was perfected by its partners, as well as by any model clear piano - introduced the momentum towards the tip of the feet, in which Akinmusire finally released soft sighs, before a more urgent abstract range in a clamor collective early-jazz. Fire next time of the second series triggered best solo tenor of Smith, a mixture of iron logic regularly accumulating and slippery lyricism to the tones of light. Harish Raghavan bassist exposes a gravitas Mingus-like and drummer Justin Brown unleashed a scorching long pause on an extensible piano vamp who had the crowd loudly praying.

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