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Le Son du Grisli review by Luc Bouquet

The Fish – Moon Fish (CF 254)
On reconnait The Fish à sa transe continue. Pour Jean-Luc Guionnet, Benjamin Duboc et Edward Perraud, le fil ne doit jamais rompre, la tension ne doit jamais retomber. Et si modulation il y a, elle ne peut s’entretenir que dans le crescendo et, seulement, dans le crescendo.   Donc : ne pas dévier mais s’autoriser quelques suspension (duos, solo) avant la reprise des hostilités. Et dans chaque cas de figure, faire de ces courts passages en duo (le solo de batterie n’est là que pour conclure la troisième improvisation) un tremplin vers de nouvelles attaques soniques. Et, toujours, répéter le motif, ce dernier s’arrachant à sa solitude quand l’un ou l’autre se charge d’en faire écho ou unisson. Ici, trois improvisations (la dernière ne semblant pas couvrir son intégralité) aux fureurs intenses, soutenues. Remarquable à nouveau.
http://grisli.canalblog.com/archives/2012/07/31/24810343.html

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The Wire review by Stuart Broomer

The Ames Room – Bird Dies (CF 231)
There’s an intriguing contradiction offered in the slim verbal materials that accompany this CD. The band name “Ames Room” refers to the asymmetrical room with a horizon line often used in film to create optical illusions, making two things of the same size appear very different in scale or creating the effect of a ball rolling uphill. Contrary to those illusions, the title Bird Dies is grim contradiction to the old jazz sentiment, “Bird Lives.” Put them together and you may sense the different perspective that the trio of alto saxophonist Jean-Luc Guionnet, bassist Clayton Thomas and drummer Will Guthrie bring to jazz—insistently in the moment, time-loaded and  (almost) history-free, a music with few allusions in which the group has left illusions in its name. This is among the most consistently intense performances I can recall hearing, consistent in the sense that a sauce might be, intense in the sense of a beating. The single track—yes, Bird Dies—is 46 minutes long and it begins with Guionnet chewing up and spitting out short phrases, varying them incrementally, repeating the same process with another phrase, and doing it with the efficiency and timbre (and sometimes the pitch range) of a circular saw or wood chipper, while Clayton pumps out an insistent pulse and Guthrie creates an endless rebar knit-work of shifting and broken drum rhythms. The phrases and the rhythms change and sometimes the sound thins out—Guthrie goes down to a light rattle or moves around his kit or mounts a particularly violent barrage, Guionnet reduces the line to one or two squawks and actually stops playing for about forty seconds around the half-hour mark whether to regroup or highlight Clayton playing a scale in polyrythmic lock-step with Guthrie. However, the sense of a single extraordinary utterance remains, exhausting and also liberating, its time experienced both insistently and microscopically.

The New York City Jazz Record review by Stuart Broomer

Afterfall – Afterfall (CF 208 )
Afterfall is an international quintet consisting of Portuguese (guitarist Luis Lopes and trumpeter Sei Miguel), American (tenor and soprano saxophonist Joe Giardullo and drummer Harvey Sorgen) and French (bassist Benjamin Duboc) musicians. Their first meeting in a Lisbon studio is documented here. The methodology is free improvisation, but as the instrumentation suggests, there are strong free jazz elements at work here in both the roles and the textures the band favors, from the Cool-era sound of Miguel’s pocket trumpet – always muted and played in the middle-register – to the vocalic wails of Giardullo’s saxophones. The band is both genuinely collective and spacious, with a shared willingness to let ideas develop in their own time. There’s a certain transparency in the band’s music, with one musician’s voice passing through another’s. Most interesting are microscopic, granular bits of sound that abound here, sometimes ultimately traceable to Sorgen’s subtle cymbal and snare work, but more often to Lopes’ thoroughly electronic conception of the guitar. His gritty waves of barely audible sound contribute much to shape the textures prevalent here and when he takes the lead he has a sense of sonic play that extends from the glassy quarter-tones of the opening “Shut Up Goddess” to the sustained feedback on “Return of the Shut Up Goddess”, his guitar almost shakuhachi-like. While Sorgen and Duboc can provide fields of scintillating detail, they’re also capable of tremendous drive, most notably in the powerful backing they provide Giardullo for his intense tenor exhortation on“American Open Road with a Frog”, a whimsical title likely inspired by the soulful multiphonic roar that the saxophonist develops. The extended “Triptych” is notable for the collective composition of which the group is capable, Duboc (a brilliant arco player) and Lopes developing spontaneous figures that become both insistent support and provocation to the horns. There are musical relationships developing here that bode well for the future.

Gapplegate Music review by Grego Edwards

Afterfall – Afterfall (CF 208 )
We recently encountered guitarist Luis Lopes as part of the Humanization 4tet (see January 13th posting). He returns today as a member of the equally adventurous Afterfall (Clean Feed 208). It’s a free-avant encounter with a quintet that includes Lopes, Joe Giardullo on soprano and tenor, Sei Miguel on pocket trumpet, and a rhythm section of Benjamin Duboc on upright bass and Harvey Sorgen on the drums.

This is five-way interaction, a cooperative date all the way, with all five members sharing the composing credits. What that translates into for the listener is seven musical vignettes, each somewhat different in mood. The freetime feel is pretty constant, with time sometimes more overtly implied and sometimes in a free falling zone. Some numbers are sparser and more reflective, some more extroverted and energetic. Sei Miguel’s always muted pocket trumpet forms a good contrast with Giardullo’s shining soprano or gruff tenor and Lopes’ sound-color oriented guitar.

A high point is Giardullo’s tenor work in “American Open Road with a Frog,” where he is is rippingly muscular over churning drums and bass. “American Tryptich” finds some room for Lopes’ spicy, floating chord voicings and chopping staccato-line crafting, some after-Miles-and-Cherry tartly stating-the-fact trumpet inventions and grainy bowed bass. “Return of the Shut Up Goddess” brings a storm of bowing thunder and weighted brushwork underpinning more Miguel muted eloquence and then vibrato-laced sustained guitar lines of a rough beauty. There are plenty of such moments, each one with a slightly different mix of musical voices, shades and degrees of emphasis.

This is a sleeper. It is so subtle in many ways one has to listen a number of times before the logic of the improvisational language truly speaks to you. But I found that it did after a time. And what it said was most definitely worth hearing.
http://gapplegateguitar.blogspot.com/

All About Jazz – Italy review by Vincenzo Roggero

Afterfall – Afterfall (CF 208 )
Valutazione: 3.5 stelle
Afterfall è un incontro casuale di musicisti provenienti da diverse parti del mondo e da altrettanto diverse esperienze e percorsi artistici. Quell’incontro casuale dell’estate 2008 – un paio di concerti in Portogallo – diventa il prologo ad una conoscenza più approfondita e l’omonimo Afterfall è l’apprezzabile risultato.
Ensemble democratico, apparentemente senza leader – in effetti dietro le quinte sembra operare la longa manus del chitarrista portoghese Luis Lopes, se non altro per aver voluto fortemente una testimonianza discografica di questo incontro – Afterfall sfugge a qualsiasi tipo di categorizzazione.

E’ vero che l’aspetto improvvisativo, il dedicarsi completamente alla composizione istantanea sono le coordinate entro le quali si muovono i cinque musicisti ma è altrettanto vero che una serie di contaminazioni stilistiche e di genere in aggiunta alle continue trovate dei protagonisti rendono il tutto piacevolmente sfuggente.

L’inizio sembra nascere dal nulla, qualche crepitio elettrico, qualche percussione di pelli, le corde del basso accarezzato dall’archetto, le vibrazione di un ancia che scuotono l’aria, una piccola tromba con sordina alla ricerca del filo perduto. E’ un navigare a vista senza una meta, un fiutare l’aria per cogliere suggerimenti ed alimentare l’ispirazione.

Poi – piano piano – qualcosa si evolve, le diverse traiettorie sembrano trovare una via comune, anche se l’atmosfera rimane spesso rarefatta, a volte oscura, a tratti ermetica. Ma vi è una forza interiore che scardina le resistenze dell’ascoltatore rendendolo partecipe di un rituale che si conclude come era iniziato: impalpabile e affascinante.
http://italia.allaboutjazz.com/php/article.php?id=6192

Free Jazz review by Paul Acquaro

Afterfall (CF 208)
By We are waking up slowly, somewhere unexpected. Small sounds are creeping into our consciousness, clicks, moans — slightly spooky — suggesting a less than desirable near future. We begin to focus and clicks become tones, sounds begin to connect, we realize that we are being spoken to, but in a strange dialect. Soon we realize that this language, that while somewhat familiar, is actually comprised of those clicks and sudden accents — a wail or moan is not unintended. It’s all a part of the drama unfolding around us. The pacing quickens and the harmonies thicken.

Afterfall is an international collaboration on Clean Feed records with Luís Lopes on electric guitar, Sei Miguel on pocket trumpet, Joe Giardullo on soprano and tenor saxophones, Benjamin Duboc on double bass and Harvey Sorgen on drums. Lopes, from Portugal, is the group leader, but you may not know it, as he takes a back seat to his other Portuguese, American and French colleagues. In fact, it’s Giardullo whose voice seems to be most prominent.

At first, there is a feeling restraint, like the musicians have colluded in not revealing exactly what they mean. However, things begin to loosen up slowly towards the middle of the album. ‘Cancoa Branco’ builds slowly over eight and a half minutes and only in the last minute of the tune does Lopes’ distorted guitar rise out of the mix along with Giardullo’s sax. But then the communication barrier has been broken open and the music pours forth on ‘American Open Road with a Frog.’ Then it starts making sense, this album is a suite, each piece building up into longer sonic segments and becoming increasingly melodic. Giardullo takes a full throttled free blowing solo, finally saying everything that was being held back for so long. ‘Open Road’ has broken free and how good it feels — it’s almost swinging!

The last two songs find us retreating back into a murkier atmosphere. ‘Triptych’ begins with upright bass bowing a dark chord and plucking choice notes white Lopes’ guitar sprinkles tiny melodies atop. It laboriously builds, adding trumpet, then percussion and finally sax, leading to a fierce collective improv. The last tune, ‘Return of the Shut Up Goddess’ brings us full circle (the first tune is called ‘The Shut Up Goddess’), with small snippets of melody and scratching rhythms. However, this time we are fully awake and ready.

This arching song cycle is illuminating. Lopes’ use of the guitar as a colorist and percussionist (at times) is as non-conventional as you can get. All the sounds and dynamics of the sax and trumpet are explored. The album has some darker undertones, but they function by making us work harder to understand, and I’m fairly certain that we are, by this point, starting to get it.
http://freejazz-stef.blogspot.com/