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Jon Irabagon’s Outright<br />

Unhinged<br />

IRABBaGAST Records 002<br />

HHHHH<br />

Jon Irabagon/Mike Pride/<br />

Mick Barr<br />

I Don’t Hear Nothin’ But<br />

The Blues Volume 2:<br />

Appalachian Haze<br />

IRABBaGAST Records<br />

HHHH1/2<br />

Unhinged indeed, Jon Irabagon is a nut, but a<br />

prolifically talented one.<br />

Avoid fright at over-the-top egocentric artwork,<br />

festooned with goofy images of<br />

Irabagon’s kingpin cane getting fondled in the<br />

back of a limo while his tenor sups cognac. Or<br />

for that matter, the somewhat pretentious dedication<br />

to protean German painter Gerhard<br />

Richter.<br />

Though Richter’s work bespeaks a more<br />

placid persona, his disregard for stylistic<br />

boundaries has resonance with Irabagon’s versatility,<br />

a hallmark of the saxophonist’s tenure<br />

in outrageous jumpcut quartet Mostly Other<br />

People Do The Killing. The 28 members of<br />

his Outright Jazz Orchestra fade in on “Silent<br />

Smile (Urban Love Song)” after a lovely bass<br />

intro from John Hébert. The mellow vibe jars<br />

with the hip-hop sexism of the CD art until<br />

the fabulously tart atonal mélange gathers<br />

intensity, conjuring the neon mosaic of Times<br />

Square. The massed orchestra cut out to frame<br />

not-so-mock cadenzas from the leader’s tenor.<br />

Irabagon feigns tastelessness and disregard for<br />

niceties, dabbling with extended techniques,<br />

but covertly he’s a class act. The core group<br />

of Unhinged is top drawer with Ralph Alessi,<br />

Tom Rainey, Hébert and Jacob Sacks, not a<br />

dissolute gangsta among them. Guest guitarist<br />

Glenn Alexander, the “shredder” referred<br />

to in notes, performs his rock fusion cameo<br />

on “Kremzeek,” with Sacks on electric harpsichord,<br />

then Rhodes. The sincere “Mourning In<br />

America” begins with a piquant, strangulated<br />

reveille from Alessi, tidal low notes, key pops<br />

and rippling runs from the leader. Then it’s<br />

programming anarchy again from Chris Cash<br />

on “Camp Douglas 3.” “Take Five” forgoes<br />

the cheese you expect. Entirely unrecognizable<br />

from Paul Desmond’s groove, it conveys<br />

the shimmering gravitas of John Coltrane’s<br />

“Alabama.”<br />

The saxophonist’s superhero fixation<br />

alluded to on Unhinged is blatant on I Don’t<br />

Hear Nothin’ But The Blues, recorded six<br />

months earlier in December 2011. This time<br />

Irabagon is depicted as Doc Holliday-style<br />

Wild West vigilante, throwing back shots with<br />

cowboys Mike Pride and Mick Barr before<br />

they take the law into their own hands. Some<br />

may deign to dismiss the almost 50 minutes<br />

of unrelenting skronk that constitutes the<br />

session as sophomoric, or at best testosterone<br />

overload. But Herculean would be better.<br />

Though Irabagon doesn’t cycle breath the<br />

entire time, he hardly spares the horses, and<br />

this may rank even by his own standards as a<br />

monumental tour de force. Completely dominating<br />

the mix is the monstrous killer hornet<br />

of Barr’s guitar. Barr’s concept is flat as a<br />

pancake; he’s more like a freight train through<br />

a china chop than a bull, and he all but buries<br />

Irabagon and Pride. It’s a full 23 minutes<br />

before there is even a slight lull, then Pride<br />

builds the energy still higher. Irabagon ultimately<br />

latches on to the particulars of Barr’s<br />

assault. In the meantime he screams canopies<br />

and detonates depth charges, at 27 minutes<br />

opting for blood vessel-perforating harmonics<br />

that sync with Barr, with impossible intensity.<br />

Half an hour in, Pride’s ridiculous nose flute<br />

enters. Irabagon’s valiant efforts to find common<br />

ground between wooden reed and metal<br />

guitar string take listeners on an exhilarating<br />

ride. <br />

—Michael Jackson<br />

Unhinged: Camp Douglas; Charles Barkley; Lola Pastillas; Camp<br />

Douglas 2; Silent Smile (Urban Love Song); Kremzeek; Mourning In<br />

America; Camp Douglas 3; Take Five; Parker Posey. (63:43)<br />

Personnel: Jon Irabagon, tenor saxophone; Ralph Alessi, trumpet;<br />

Jacob Sacks, piano, organ, electric harpsichord, clavinet, Fender<br />

Rhodes; John Hébert, acoustic and electric bass; Tom Rainey,<br />

drums; Glenn Alexander, guitar (6); Chris Cash, programming (1, 4,<br />

8); Eivino Opsvik, acoustic bass (9); Mike Pride, percussion (3); The<br />

Outright Jazz Orchestra: Jennifer Beattie, voice; Fung Chern Hwei,<br />

violin; Leigh Stuart, cello; Kurt Knuffke, cornet; Jacob Garchik, slide<br />

trumpet; Kevin Neal, Rick Parker, John Yao, trombone; Alejandro<br />

Aviles, flute; Rob Wilkerson, alto saxophone; Ingrid Laubrock, Joe<br />

Natale, Jake Saslow, Grant Steinhauer, tenor saxophone; Jean-<br />

Brice Godet, Josh Sinton, bass clarinet; Mark Small, accordion;<br />

Nathan Kuruna, theremin; Matt Grason, berimbau; Richie Miletic,<br />

5-string banjo; Jesse Lewis, acoustic guitar; Terence McManus,<br />

electric guitar; Shawn Conley, Moppa Elliott, Eivind Opsvik, Marcos<br />

Varela, acoustic bass; Peter Brendler, electric bass; Sam Kulik, assorted<br />

percussion and found objects (5).<br />

I Don’t Hear Nothin’ But The Blues Volume 2: Appalachian<br />

Haze: I Don’t Hear Nothin’ But The Blues Volume 2: Appalachian<br />

Haze. (47:58)<br />

Personnel: Jon Irabagon, tenor saxophone; Mike Pride, drums<br />

and nose whistle; Mick Barr, electric guitar.<br />

Ordering info: jonirabagon.com<br />

DECEMBER 2012 DOWNBEAT 87

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