In a topsy-turvy world when players of such pedigree often have to plough their furrow again in semi-obscurity as profiles dip or rebirth themselves given the fickleness of even specialist media attention and the sheer forgetfulness of the age you gain the feeling that this solo piano album from Benny Green, a monster, hugely soulful hard bop player who used to be in the Jazz Messengers and was a Blue Note artist of note, is an essential way of saying three things: I have nothing to prove. I am still me. World: where are you? The key sound here - again totally 21st century essential to really know modernistic jazz even when it was made 50 or 60 years ago - is the world of Bobby Timmons, Jackie McLean, Cedar Walton, Horace Silver and Thelonious Monk. Green's power is the most significant thing in his interpreting of the masters, his left hand bellows-like in the way he can practically unfurl an ostinato to sail away on and do remarkable things with. There is such expression when he rhapsodises best of all on Cedar Walton's 'The Maestro' that goes back to the 1970s RCA album Mobius with the grooving Walton back then playing Rhodes (and Steve Gadd no less on drums) and a piece later covered by the great Archie Shepp pianist Horace Parlan. BG, BVG (be very good) to yourselves - Solo away to this today. Benny Green, photo: from the cover art
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