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Louis Moholo-Moholo<br />

Sibanye<br />

INTAKT 145<br />

AAAA<br />

At first sight, South African drummer Louis<br />

Moholo-Moholo, an original member of the<br />

Blue Notes and later a fixture in pianist Chris<br />

McGregor’s Brotherhood of Breath, and pianist<br />

Marilyn Crispell, who got much attention during<br />

her tenure with the brainy Anthony Braxton,<br />

could not be further apart. This makes this<br />

album’s triumph even more remarkable.<br />

Without any planning, the pair launches into a<br />

series of free improvisations that grab the attention<br />

from start to finish.<br />

Although Sibanye has been released under<br />

Joe Temperley<br />

The Sinatra<br />

Songbook<br />

HEP JAZZ 2093<br />

AAA 1 /2<br />

Scottish baritone saxophonist<br />

Joe Temperley<br />

moved to New York in<br />

the mid-’60s, and has<br />

had a distinguished<br />

career anchoring the<br />

woodwind section of<br />

legendary big bands,<br />

including Duke Ellington, Woody Herman and<br />

for the last 20 years, the Jazz at Lincoln Center<br />

Orchestra. He’ll turn 80 this year, and this CD is,<br />

unsurprisingly, a nostalgia trip. But aside from a<br />

certain Francis Albert, it also showcases<br />

Temperley’s nicely tempered soprano sax<br />

(notably on a sunny “Day By Day”).<br />

Soprano and baritone aren’t obvious doubling<br />

mates, but Temperley is at home on the lighter<br />

horn and, as Frank Sinatra biographer and liner<br />

note writer Will Friedwald puts it, on bari<br />

Temperley is more “Fred Astaire than Hulk<br />

Hogan.” The CD has a sprightliness that will<br />

appeal to those who like their jazz diatonic, nongratuitous<br />

and not overly clever, pretty much the<br />

Sinatra way therein. Andy Farber is an important<br />

member of the ensemble, who, along with<br />

guitarist James Chirillo, wrote most of the<br />

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Moholo’s name, Crispell is at the forefront, as<br />

the drummer is mostly satisfied with a supportive<br />

role. He uses the cymbals as a driving force<br />

and the toms to add drama or provide a vociferous<br />

backdrop. In every situation, he is careful<br />

not to overshadow his partner and manages to<br />

harness his eagerness and excitement.<br />

Crispell is often categorized as a Cecil Taylor<br />

disciple, but this performance will easily dispel<br />

this notion. She does display the angularity and<br />

physicality most are accustomed to—the might<br />

of her attack on the keys still has the capacity to<br />

impress—but she also favors a newer approach<br />

that was the trademark of her latest solo album,<br />

Vignettes (ECM), which adroitly balances lyricism<br />

and tension. On a couple of occasions she<br />

connects with Moholo at such an emotional<br />

level that she brings a poignancy that also inhabits<br />

the work the best South African jazzmen<br />

have produced.<br />

The result is a thoughtful work and a beautiful<br />

collaboration that succeeds because Crispell and<br />

Moholo make some commendable efforts to<br />

bridge their musical worlds and to create an<br />

original and personal universe. —Alain Drouot<br />

Sibanye: Improvise, Don’t Compromise; Moment Of Truth;<br />

Journey; Soze (Never); Phendula (Reply); Reflect; Sibanye (We<br />

Are One). (58:57)<br />

Personnel: Marilyn Crispell, piano; Louis Moholo-Moholo,<br />

drums.<br />

Ordering info: intaktrec.ch<br />

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arrangements, and is a nimble,<br />

on point saxophonist.<br />

Chirillo’s “Moontune” is<br />

a contrafact of “Fly Me To<br />

The Moon,” with some<br />

playful shoots and ladders<br />

riffing, and more relaxed<br />

soprano from the leader.<br />

Farber’s ironic, breezy take<br />

on “I’ll Never Smile<br />

Again” is another protracted<br />

piece with consummate<br />

solos all round, with trumpeter<br />

Ryan Kisor’s being<br />

the most adventurous; the song offers some cute<br />

unison glissandi, and another tip of the fedora is<br />

owed to the swinging rhythm section. The workmanlike<br />

Temperley doesn’t laud it on the ballads,<br />

as he keeps things airy and at a ballroom<br />

tempo so we don’t get lost in any emotional<br />

trough; to wit Gordon Jenkins’ valedictory tearjerker,<br />

which closes out the set, wouldn’t embarrass<br />

the Chairman. —Michael Jackson<br />

The Sinatra Songbook: Come Fly With Me; Everything<br />

Happens To Me; Moontune; PS I Love You; Day By Day; Nancy<br />

(With The Laughing Face); All The Way; I’ve Got The World On A<br />

String; I’ll Never Smile Again; In The Wee Small Hours; I’ve Got<br />

You Under My Skin; Put Your Dreams Away; Goodbye. (67:37)<br />

Personnel: Joe Temperley, baritone and soprano saxophone;<br />

Andy Farber, alto and tenor saxophone; Ryan Kisor, trumpet;<br />

John Allred, trombone; James Chirillo, guitar; Dan Nimmer,<br />

piano; John Webber, bass; Leroy Williams, drums.<br />

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Ordering info: hepjazz.com<br />

Henry Grimes<br />

Solo<br />

ILK 151<br />

AAA<br />

Henry Grimes’ story attracts superlatives like a<br />

magnet attracts iron filings. A sought-after<br />

accompanist for the likes of Cecil Taylor and<br />

Don Cherry, as well as the first-call bassist for<br />

ESP, he disappeared in the late ’60s and lived a<br />

life of obscurity, poverty and hard labor until he<br />

was discovered by a social worker living bassless<br />

in a Los Angeles SRO in 2003. William<br />

Parker shipped him a bass and within months he<br />

returned to music.<br />

The best part of the story is that his playing<br />

was quite good. This record, his first widely<br />

available unaccompanied solo release, should be<br />

the crowning statement of an inspiring second<br />

act; instead, it is a tough slog for all save<br />

Grimes’ uncritical true believers.<br />

The problem is not that Grimes plays violin,<br />

an instrument he started bringing on stage when<br />

he turned 70, as well as bass. While his chops on<br />

the smaller instrument do not match those he<br />

brings to the bass, he still achieves passages<br />

where incendiary abandon transmutes into<br />

rough-hewn beauty that cracks the nut of conventional<br />

harmony and finds sweet meat inside.<br />

Anyone who can warm to Billy Bang or Ornette<br />

Coleman’s bowing will find something of worth<br />

when he hits his peak here.<br />

Nor can one fault his bass skills. His arco<br />

playing still matches melodic fluency to a marvelously<br />

cavernous tone, and he’s at his most<br />

lucid rendering bold, complex pizzicato figures.<br />

Even so, there are moments when he sounds<br />

like he’s treading water while he waits for the<br />

next good idea to arrive. The album’s problem<br />

lays in a failure of discipline and poor post-production.<br />

It runs two hours and 34 minutes,<br />

which is simply too long, especially given the<br />

inconsistency of the material. A more listenerfriendly<br />

approach that mined the session for its<br />

best moments and split them into sections<br />

would have resulted in a much stronger album<br />

than this intermittently engaging but deeply<br />

flawed document. —Bill Meyer<br />

Solo: Disc 1. (76:47) Disc 2. (77:08)<br />

Personnel: Henry Grimes, bass, violin.<br />

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Ordering info: ilkmusic.com

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