Loud, that is a word you rarely read in a review of a jazz record. Pleasurably loud maybe is a better way of putting it. Stop what you are doing loud, etc. Cancel all your appointments loud. I have been wigging out, sprawling about to a few of these tracks for weeks now, practically on my back with my feet in the air turning my little legs like mad as if they are wheels on a sit up and beg bike to this, and just today got to hear all of them and yes the brakes are worn away. No need to apply the stops.

The early previews did not flatter to deceive and you get the feeling that the main course is just as good as the starter and there is a dessert, no cheese. Beverages need ordering in.

 

Well yes to reprise: definitely a breath of fresh air from the erstwhile David Binney guitarist Adam Rogers in chunky Hendrix Experience trio mode as discussed in a post before pushed to the max alongside Fima Ephron on bass guitar (who zones in to be fair, he says it himself, on Alphonso Johnson [a little more than Noel Redding without being unfair after all no one wants to compare apples and pears]) and on drums Nate Smith, a bluesy, earthy swagger to the opening gutsy theme of a title track unfolds that sounds like an unceremonious unscrewing of all the useful parts of ‘It Ain’t Necessarily So’ put back together again with a few extra bits soldered on to reel in the years.

Full of Rogers compositions plus an unusual choice in the woozy, intoxicating Telecasterised version of Willie Nelson’s ‘Crazy’, the only let-up apart from on this innocently unusual circus turn of a thing is the pared back deep south tribute to Mississippi Fred McDowell, track 4, tambourine or what sounds like one and all. Wayne Krantz fans are or will be in the queue after us civilian listeners, I suppose crowding round their phones. John Scofield is there too feeling justified and appreciated I suppose as a hero to younger masters like Rogers. Frisell has got a cap on and keeping his head down smiling, ok I made that all up... but they will all want to cop an earful of this great record. Rainy day note to self: dig this out and then hear this guy and his muckers live somehow. In the mean time the record breathes its own air as well as, with that Hendrix sound a touch as a sign of an earlier time in mind, enjoying the patchouli.