Punchy, propulsive sax-driven jazz that jukes and feints, start-stop, full of sudden runs, hard notes and the silences in between. It's jazz driven by showmanship, by demonstrating the horn player's mastery over his horn, with the combo serving mostly to build the stage for that mastery, only occasionally rising to the fore for a piano solo, drum flourish or the like.
The actual playing is exciting and playful and worthy of close listening, but as someone who knows just this side of fuckall about jazz, its all a bit lost on me. I hope to someday know enough about this stuff to kick myself for not rating it more highly. Hating on your past self is growth 3.5/5
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