I refuse to
join the countless other reviewers that have pondered what links this
music to the American Blues People referenced in the track titles, or
what doesn’t! While fascinating grist for the thought mill, I’ll defer
to the participants on this who, still alive and active, can provide
more concision and “authenticity” than I would ever attempt.
As it stands,
these two veterans of gloriously whimsical improv have already made
their statement, and it is loads of fun. In whatever context, they make
the ensemble sound bigger through the huge arsenal of timbres they
elicit from seemingly conventional instruments. Only sample the opening
of “Rotten Herring Blues” to hear what sounds like Stackenas
sandblasting a piano and Gustafsson unable to keep his motorcycle
running smoothly. Yet, when the shrill overtones abate, and Gustafsson
begins to emit some of his trademark overtones, the industrosplatter
takes on a sheen of eerie beauty. By contrast, “Bumblebee Blues”
resembles nothing so much as a modified bowl of rice crispies, largely
courtesy of Stackenas, who even manages to throw a couple old-fashioned
blues licks in for good measure, but I’m not going there! Besides, that
shouting from Gustafsson is far from a field holler, resembling more
closely a bit of martial arts-induced exhortation.
Then, there
is the disc’s opening gesture, an extraordinary exploration of a fifth
that slowly fragments into its component harmonics, those leading to
related pitches as the two musicians simply breathe tones, exemplifying
the weird synchronicities only improvised music can foster. It’s one of
many transcendental moments on a disc that is hilarious and gorgeous by
turn, another jewel in Atavistic’s crown.
Atavistic records:
www.atavistic.com
marc medwin
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