Atlantic Unbound

APRIL 1997
ARTS & ENTERTAINMENT PREVIEW
Popular Music and Jazz
By Bob Blumenthal and Charles M. Young



City of Refuge
John Fahey

"Chelsey Silver, Please Come Home"
AU (225k)
Real Audio 28.8 (41k)

"City of Refuge I"
AU (221k)
Real Audio 28.8 (41k)

"On the Death and Disembowelment of the New Age"
AU (221k)
Real Audio 28.8 (41k)

Copyright 1997
Tim/Kerr Records


INDUSTRIAL GUITAR


A guitar pioneer takes refuge in the '90s
Photo: Marc Trunz

Back in the late 1950s John Fahey taught himself to play guitar by listening to the old blues 78s he was collecting. In the process he reinvented the steel-string acoustic as a solo instrument and started a whole industry, now thriving with its own magazines, books, and ever-more-refined guitars with all the accouterments. Fahey's own career has gone through strange ups and downs on a variety of labels, but right now he appears to be on the verge of his highest point since the early 1970s. Rediscovered by Sonic Youth and other rock-and-roll experimentalists, Fahey has been receiving more press than ever, and his early work is in the process of being reissued on Rhino (Return of the Repressed, a best-of anthology) and Fantasy/Takoma (The Legend of Blind Joe Death, his first album). And he's releasing his first album of original work in six years, City of Refuge (Tim/ Kerr Records). Influenced by classical and avant-garde composers as well as Delta bluesmen, Fahey here throws in elements of electronic music, so you may at first think you're listening to the Chemical Brothers or Aphex Twin. Mixing the pure sound of a steel string vibrating over a wooden box with synthesized pounding, chugging, and pulsing may seem odd, but it's a good fit. Fahey has always been known for his relentless right thumb, which creates trance-inducing rhythms on the bass strings, and he's always been fascinated with sound. Where most guitarists seek to wow their audience with speed and dexterity, Fahey flattens you with the sheer resonant beauty of his instrument. On City of Refuge that beauty expands to include . . . what? The hydraulic press you worked on your last summer job. Swarms of angry insects. Dinosaurs mating in a reverb chamber. Fahey's eerie sense of melody has always been surreal. Now it's cubist. --C.M.Y.

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Music Evolution
Buckshot LeFonque

"Music Evolution"
AU (225k)
Real Audio 28.8 (41k)

"James Brown (Part I & II)"
AU (216k)
Real Audio 28.8 (41k)

"Another Day"
AU (243k)
Real Audio 28.8 (45k)

"My Way (Doin' It)"
AU (221k)
Real Audio 28.8 (41k)

Copyright 1996
Sony Music Entertainment Inc.


TWO PATHS TO A SIMILAR DESTINATION

After gaining initial attention as a team, first with Art Blakey's Jazz Messengers and then in the Wynton Marsalis Quintet, the trumpeter Wynton Marsalis and his saxophone-playing brother Branford have been going their separate ways for more than a decade. That the pair should be simultaneously releasing new albums on Columbia is only coincidence, yet--notwithstanding the wide disparities of approach--both recordings find these instrumental stars working with lyrics as a focal point in their music.


Buckshot LeFonque (top)
and Wynton Marsalis
Photos: Charlie Pizzarello (top), Marc Trunz

Branford's LeFonque

Branford has taken a more eclectic and populist approach since leaving Wynton's band, in 1985. He has toured with Sting, played second banana to Jay Leno on The Tonight Show, and created the jazz-hip-hop hybrid Buckshot LeFonque. At the end of 1996 he displayed his continuing command of the soprano and tenor saxes on the uncompromising jazz album The Dark Keys. Now Branford is back with the second Buckshot LeFonque collection, Music Evolution. His strategy is eclectic in the extreme, as rap vocals lead to smooth ballads with strings, and crunching contemporary rhythms coexist with backward glances at James Brown funk and samba. Spoken editorials drive home Branford's contempt for the niche marketing that this album is designed to frustrate. Yet the variety of styles virtually guarantees inconsistency; and at present Branford's ballads (sung by Frank McComb) are less effective than the snap he is able to extract from a drum program. Buckshot LeFonque sounds best when stretching out instrumentally on "James Brown (Part I & II)" (with guest David Sanborn on alto) or addressing such issues as the jazz-rap continuum ("Music Evolution") and the Million Man March ("Black Monday"). Peeking through it all are solos of great economy and clarity by Branford and the trumpeter Russell Gunn.

Wynton's Jazz Oratorio

Wynton Marsalis also wants to address the place of African-Americans in society, but prefers the jazz tradition and the extended compositional statement. Blood on the Fields is his most ambitious long work, written for the Lincoln Center Jazz Orchestra and three vocal soloists. Marsalis has learned to orchestrate during his years as artistic director of Jazz at Lincoln Center, and his writing here mixes techniques borrowed from the earliest jazz with complex rhythms and harmonies. The music is meant to serve the narrative, which is both a history of slavery and a love story; and Wynton has been particularly lucky in his choice of featured vocalists. Cassandra Wilson brings her singular intensity to the role of Leona, whether singing a hymn or lamenting a life of picking cotton, and Jon Hendricks adds dexterity and scat to his dual roles as the slave buyer and the sage Juba. The less familiar Miles Griffith as the slave Jesse is the work's major revelation. A veteran of the Boy's Choir of Harlem and the jazz pianist James Williams's Intensive Care Unit, Griffith has a galvanic delivery that on "You Don't Hear No Drums" and other sessions threatens to overwhelm the massed forces of the band. --B.B.

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Bob Blumenthal is a jazz critic for The Boston Globe.
Charles M. Young reviews popular music for Playboy, Musician, and other publications.

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