Sunday, February 27, 2022

Michel Kristof and Vinnie Paternostro-A Place You Could Not See. A Time You Did Not Know; Muteant Sounds, 2018

 

There exists a file on Disaster Amnesiac's desktop labeled "Blog Stuff". Within that file there are a handful of releases that I've not ever gotten around to reviewing. I suspect that for the most part this is due to the Event that started in 2020 and its cancellation of the culture that I was involved in. The recordings therein, and appreciation of them, were superseded by my forced involvement in the Event, subsequent personal decisions in the wake of the Event, and probably just general inertia to boot. Apologies to those from whom Disaster Amnesiac received music for review and never got them.....I'm working on it.......

........starting with A Place You Could Not See. A Time You Did Not Know from Michel Kristof and Vinnie Paternostro. Across six tracks of duo action, Kristof on guitar and effects and Paternostro on saxophone, drum machine, and Moog Mother 32 conjure up a suitably dystopian, doomy Jazz Fusion that is heavy on humid, claustrophobic atmosphere. Beats break and pound, saxophone wails atop, and strange atmospheric electronics simmer and swirl around them. A Place You Could Not See is quite the heavy listening experience; indeed it's a perfect soundtrack for our gloomy media world, obsessed as it is now with some war film unfolding in Eastern Europe. Disaster Amnesiac can envision people listening to these wild instrumental soundscapes as they tune in to our next new Collective Event. Hell, I can envision the tracks from this album being piped in to the cyber-steered battle goggles of the various fighters on the front lines in Kyiv or Donetsk or wherever else the various military industrial complexes will insist the people shoot ordinance at each other for "reasons". Yeah, the sounds on this album from 2018 perfectly encapsulate the mood four years later in time. The forbidding, sullen washes of sound on A Place You Cound Not See. A Time You Did Not Know, all mechanically driven and relentless, sound to suit the Next New Normal, coming to a battlefield near you, just perfectly. 

Its sonic shrapnel, sharp and explosive, might just do some damage to your perceptions, but, hey, you'll be able to walk away with your body intact. That's my hope for you, fellow human, anyway.........

Wednesday, February 23, 2022

Live shot #49!

 

Percussionist, guitarist, composer David Mihaly. Berkeley Arts Festival Building, ca. 2014.

Tuesday, February 15, 2022

Live shot #48!

 

Tracy Hui, banjo player, singer, composer, interpreter of American songs. 

Temescal Arts Center, Oakland CA Feb. 2018. He's nationwide.

Tuesday, February 8, 2022

Live shot #47!

 

Three Day Stubble nerding out at Eagle Tavern, San Francisco; July 2019. 

The funniest band ever!

Saturday, February 5, 2022

Nubdug Ensemble-Volume 2: Blame; Pest Colors Music, 2021

 

Another Holiday Season has passed us by, and another Nubdug Ensemble disc has arrived! Leader Jason Berry continues his musical quest towards tightly constructed, thoughtful, swinging American Music! Volume 2: Blame brings these elements together in fresh ways, and Disaster Amnesiac has pretty well marveled at it since it showed up in my mailbox. Berry clearly didn't rest on his laurels after 2020's The Machines of Zeno. Not that I can hear anyway. Recalling Varese's quote, "the modern composer refuses to die", Jason's music lives in all kinds of exciting ways. 

Blame starts off with two vocal tracks, Blues and Bluff.  On the former, bassist Brett Warren blazes the path with drummer G Calvin Weston; his flows really move the listener into the song. When Steve Adams and Chris Grady supply the horn harmonies, one can hear the astuteness of Berry's writing, all juicy and jumpin' in ways that are pleasing. Jill Rogers has a powerful alto voice that delivers the lyrics, seemingly about shady financial transactions, with clear articulation. More Jazz than Blues, really, but it works. On the latter, Weston's big tom tom sounds push Amanda Chaudhary's keyboard lines, Rogers hits a bit higher note, and the horns again showcase a sophistication in Berry's writing. Disaster Amnesiac can't stress this enough: Jason Berry writes charts that are MORE THAN GOOD. Look out Gil, stay sharp Carla, you've got some competition. 

Again with those horns on Bloom! Dear reader, are you picking up on a theme here? Clocking in at under two minutes, this song has had Disaster Amnesiac pondering, and then more deeply appreciating, the ways in which Jason Berry can compact a ton of musical information into a tiny bit of time, and not lose any interest. As I've listened, I've thought about an interview with Black Flag from the early 1980's when they defended their songs' brevity as having all of the elements of a "normal" song, but just compressed with energy. It seems to me that the same applies to much of Berry's writing. He gets so many elements packed in, but doesn't lose the idea's thread. 

Moving on, Bleep gets a righteous push from Chaudhary, Weston, and Warren before Jason introduces noir soundtrack elements and the Adams/Grady team again evokes the classic Jones/Lewis wing of Big Band awesomeness. Rogers' clipped delivery breathes life into the surreal lyrics. What mystery is being addressed here? And how does this film for the ears give so much in its 2:54 duration? 

The next two cuts, Blood, followed by Blaze, return to the purely instrumental zone. Blood pumps with lovely flute from Adams over a casual ostinato from Chaudhary, with the solid beats of Weston, then cracks into bright trumpet sounds from Grady. It roils and pops throughout its duration, leading into futuristic synthesizer and drum pairings on Blaze. Much like their work together on Chaudhary's Meow Meow Band disc, Amanda and Grant get all sorts of bizarre going within their interaction. Weston's double bass riffing is great, and Chaudhary pulls out the battery of gizmo-delic whatzis, then, suddenly, you're within a straight 4/4 post-Bop rampage, with the cutting guitar of Myles Boisen leading the charge. Great solo there, Myles! Bet you thought Disaster Amnesiac hadn't noticed you! 

Myles shines again on album closer Block. This one's got a street Funk swagger that pulls from the Harmelodic side, made legit obviously from Ornette's star student of such, Weston. Surely Coleman would've smiled at those computer game lyrics, too. Adams is again hella sharp, Warren's bumpin' bass shakes the low end, and you're going to feel pretty happy yourself as well, unless rhythm isn't your bag.  Can this dance spark the revolution? What would this revolution entail? Would it be particle or wave? Choose wisely, and be sure to move that ass. It's good for the heart.  

As Disaster Amnesiac sits here, it's 322 days until Christmas. That's plenty of time in which to familiarize myself and re-visit Nubdug Ensemble's Volume 2: Blame. Rest assured, that will happen. Just like I said last year, anyone desiring tightly focused, well constructed Fusion music should find a way to connect with Jason Berry and then look forward to his Yuletide greetings. He's putting them out there, are you going to receive or what?