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.

The most successful jazz saxophonist in the UK you never heard of.

YolanDa Brown is a less edgy successor to Courtney Pine, her sound moving mostly away from smooth jazz and the Afrobeat she has in the past experimented with to be grounded instead in lovers rock. Essentially that means her approach is highly accessible. 

But do not hold that against Love Politics War  (***) out now on the Black Grape label, the title echoing guest Raheem DeVaughn’s Love Sex Passion cheekily or not at all.

Starry international guests including Snarky Puppy’s Bill Laurance, Casey Benjamin, Jon Cleary, DeVaughn, and even classical star Evelyn Glennie all contribute to make this the saxophonist’s most ambitious work and is something of a statement less of hubris than poise. 

A regular very clean reggae-type and bass heavy beat limits the improvisational scope but does not banish it entirely.

And while the album comes across as melodic and accessible, and Brown knows how to interpret a ballad beautifully, it might well appeal more to UB40 fans than anyone more attuned to Sonny Rollins. 

Taken on its own merits and away from the jargon of terminology the album is perfectly pleasant and easy for a non-jazz audience to dip in and out of and for a jazz one to indulge in. 

Brown, who has won MOBOs and was awarded an honorary doctorate in 2011, has a resourceful tone that stands up to repeated listening scrutiny although she hardly needs let alone chooses to manoeuvre over complex improvising lines and instead keeps it direct via chunkily broad brushstroke motifs that she never sells shorts in the interpretation.

Pro-refugee wisdom song, a Maxi-Priest like atmosphere duly conjured, ‘Prosper’, with Raheem DeVaughn is the pick of the tracks, the toothsome ‘Never Too Late’ by contrast the least effective as it verges on the woeful cop-out that is smooth jazz although it does score in terms of sincerity. ‘Prosper’ working far better has a highly persuasive vocal from the US singer and walking the walk Brown displays plenty of dramatic empathy and expressive skill as she responds with bell-like tone in her intertwining lines to the uplifting ‘let freedom ring’ testifying of the lyrics that reflect joy and forgiveness that rises up and conquers in its spell.

YolanDa Brown, touring, plays the MAC, Birmingham this Friday night. Tickets


‘Bruno Schulz, and his art, writing, paintings, drawings, were always present in my interest’s circle. He was a very charismatic artist, his language and usage of Polish were amazing and exceptional. His literature is teleporting us to this lost world of small towns of the east, full of magic, beauty and poetry. New York for me is a modern Babylon or Uru, a place where culture explodes, which attracts creative people from all over the world. I love big cities, the metropolis, and somehow – a bit by accident, a bit because it is a city of jazz – New York is my second home. But still, I consider myself as nomad, a wanderer. For me, the inspiration is just life, its beauty, richness, unpredictability. How good and evli are inseparable, how surprising solutions life can bring’ – Tomasz Stańko 

It just sends you. Listening to Tomasz Stańko has often been a spiritual experience. And this tops his best work once more. You just forget about everything. There is that elemental vision, a grand aestheticism grown from the wildness of the Polish avant garde and the inspiration of Komeda in what he does here that relishes simplicity, the moment, mood, time and silence. It is like looking at a painting by a great master, down to the ground or up to the sky and realising their fundamental perfection. Listening cleanses in all the fragility of breath into a brass instrument, human touch and group creativity. Give this music time and there is a filtering out of all the irrelevances and stupid distractions that detain us. This could not be further from amounting to a pretend lifestyle accessory that music somehow has been forced to become by the information age. 
Stańko’s Kind of Blue. Why not? It is certainly a new high water mark in a long career of unique achievement and marks a sense of place in the titling in the enabling freedom of a tree lined public space, the haze of history, humanity, memory, freedom, that ache of trumpet, Miles deeply embedded in an interior vision, blueness, it is all there suspended in the modal air within the musical persona of the Pole. A literary theme is part of the overall concept following on from a 2013-released Szymborska-themed predecessor, the artist and writer Bruno Schulz (1892-1942), who was shot by the Gestapo during the second world war, has a ballad named for him and which appears half way through the album. The modernist Schulz short stories The Street of Crocodiles from December 1933, Kafka-like provincial miniatures of bizarre metamorphosis, also earn mention reflected in their respectfully referencing inclusion in another piece.


Bruno Schulz 


Recorded in June 2016 at the Provençal ‘Saturday morning’ studio in La Buissonne, Pernes les Fontaines, a familiar recording space already in earlier album Lontano for Stańko, the album produced by a huge fan of his in Manfred Eicher, who in the 1990s brought the trumpeter back to the label following a long break after Balladyna and with him has moved to the greatest sustained period of his career which began after Bluish on the Polish Power Bros label, moved through his group fired up by Tony Oxley and then the quartet with Marcin Wasilewski that achieved so much in terms of natural simplicity and on to the New York quartet. The great trumpeter composer has changed this relatively recent Quartet a bit in the bass department for December Avenue. With him here are the returning David Virelles on piano and Gerald Cleaver on drums, with Charles Lloyd bassist Reuben Rogers replacing Thomas Morgan from the Wisława band. The new bassist and Virelles are namechecked admiringly on the sixth of the 12 tracks and all four of the quartet are credited in the composing of a third of the tunes which speaks so much of band unity and empathy as these compositions match the trumpeter’s own conceptions so well.
While there is a continuum in the modal concision and phrasing lit up sometimes by his latinate flourishes and bold matador breaks, the song of Stańko sings ever more deeply and rewardingly as the years go by in their evolving monastic repose. Stańko reclaims sadness and melancholy to make it somehow empowering and above all human. The beauty is in the quiet dignified reflection, the power he unleashes sometimes out of nowhere say on ‘Blue Cloud’ the third track where the planets best align overall. There is a collective will at work here that embraces individual vision. Everyone believes in what Stańko is playing it is pretty clear and runs with it by entering his world seemingly unwilling to leave as any listener will be, hearing December Avenue.

Hamilton de Holanda returns on 30 June with a tribute to Milton Nascimento, ‘Bituca,’ who turns 75 in October.

De Holanda, still maybe not such a familiar name to you, although you may recall his choice album with Italian jazz piano star Stefano Bollani who paired with the Rio-born bandolim (10 string mandolin) player on O que será in 2013 in a selection of Piazzolla, Ernesto Nazareth, AC Jobim, Chico Buarque, and Pixinguinha gems.

Casa de Bituca is released by the flourishing once more highly revered audiophile German label, MPS. De Holanda's regular band are here on invigorating form: bassist André Vasconcelos, harmonica player Gabriel Grossi, drummer Márcio Bahia and guitarist Daniel Santiago, who you will hear on the Brasilianos (2006-11) trilogy. But that is not all as Nascimento himself appears bookending the selection of songs having laid down a few tracks with the band in a Juiz da Fora, Minas Gerais studio, while Alcione does a truly stirring version of ‘Travessia’ (Spotify link). 

The Tingvalls go ever higher. Cirklar released in the summer is the piano trio’s sixth album for long term label Skip.

The Hamburg-based unit led by pianist Martin Tingvall play their own originals, and track titles indicate largely Swedish-titled material. Musically EST hover over them somehow in a vision as if beckoning the three down the long road home urging them to take that path only they know.  

‘Bumerang’ – Boomerang” – has a balmy calm to it you won’t want to let go, that feeling as intact and unknowing as holding a just developed photograph wet from the darkroom pegged up to peer at in the shadow of the impossibly subdued light, double bassist Omar Rodriguez Calvo is a mesmerising Palle Danielsson-calibre anchor who soars skywards at the centrepiece of the track as it spills over to ease free from all constraint.  

Trio temperament: Calvo, above left, Tingvall and Spiegel 


Christine Tobin joins Soweto Kinch among Sligo Jazz Project festival headliners at the Hawk’s Well theatre this summer, the theme for her concert shaped around the poetry of W. B. Yeats.

The New York-based singer/composer’s Sailing to Byzantium in 2012 featured Tobin settings of music to Yeats. The Dubliner made judicious use on it of spoken word contributions by the great actor Gabriel Byrne, a former teacher of the singer’s, and his recorded voice was a flickeringly sonorous presence. 

Ireland’s national poet is nowhere more belovèd than in the hearts and minds of the citizenry of Sligo town and the county, his work celebrated every year in fond regard – “joy is wisdom/Time an endless song.” 27 July: Tickets