Facing Left
ASIN: B00004TR16
Editorial Reviews
Amazon.com
Along with such players as Greg Osby, Stefon Harris, and Mark Shim, Jason Moran is making jazz that reflects myriad influences, from the traditional bop guard to Icelandic techno artist Bjork to contemporary classical and beyond. But theirs is not some studied attempt at a new music, or a stab at solo stardom created by labels and producers. Facing Left, like the New Directions group and Harris's lauded Black Action Figure, is serious, evocative, gripping, and explorative jazz. With dense, involving support from drummer Nasheet Waits and bassist Tarus Mateen, Moran begins Facing Left with the delicately erotic maze of "Later." "Thief Without Loot" darts over funky grooves with both acoustic and Rhodes piano, kind of a twinkling tightrope walk. Bjork is a favorite among many young musicians, and here Moran covers her moonlight missive "Joga" with elegance and a touch of Thelonious Monk. In fact, Monk surfaces often here (try the rambunctious Duke Ellington track, "Wig Wise"), mostly in Moran's touch. Also present is the luminous grace of Keith Jarrett, the logic of Herbie Hancock, and the lush romanticism of Claude Debussy and Maurice Ravel. Using rhythm like a conjurer's wand, Moran employs weird, stumbling beats in "Yojimbo" and "Battle of the Cattle Acts," while "Murder of Don Fanucci" rides a staggering military march. --Ken Micallef
From Jazziz
Turns out clutching tradition so tightly has side effects. Who knew? The young improvisors were only doing what they were told when they studied and absorbed the hallowed language of previous generations. But that vocabulary followed them, like an opportunistic ghost, when they sat down to write the original material that would fill the jazz albums of the 1980s and '90s. Bit by bit, the stock chord sequences and flatted thirds eroded what once was a discrete art - composing for small jazz ensemble, as perfected by Thelonious Monk and Wayne Shorter - into a blank, rote act of repertory reshuffling. Tunes so glossily competant you listen for any flicker of dissonant uprising, a moment when the scholarship is thrown off kilter. The kind of happytalk that makes you desperate for a four-bar cry of flawed humanity. Somebody, anybody, who means it.
The absence of this individual character might be considered a "game over" signal. It is, at the very least, another reason to pay attention to Jason Moran, the 25-year-old pianist and composer who has been developing over the past few years in various Greg Osby ensembles. Moran is not the second coming of Monk, or a Shorterian romantic, or the author of melody lines that can be traced back through the lineage to Art Tatum. Rather, on this, his second album as a leader, he presents himself as a child of his time - part scavenger and part seer, fluent in the cut/paste/splice devices of hiphop production and yet at home with the trippier realms of Bartok, Stravinsky and Bjork. Oh, yeah: He swings mightily, too.
And unlike many of his peers, whose compositional endeavors amount to endless rehabbings of 32-bar post-blues platitudes, young Moran is blessed with the courage of his own convictions. His tunes are odd in form and right-angled in structure - the kind of hinky music computer geeks would write if they could stop crunching code. They're informed by the more adventurous pianist/composers - Andrew Hill chief among them - and infused with sights and smells from faraway lands. In his lines, both written and improvised, you can hear the sprockety grinding of Machine-Age gears as well as the efficient hum of the silicon chip. One piece, "Wig Wise," is an old-fashioned march to the scaffold. Another, "Yojimbo," is built on a harrumphing ostinato figure and block chords as big as houses. There are drones, big powerful ones, that echo those devotional incantations of Love Supreme days. There are hymns, including Bjork's lovely "Joga," that amble along with dirge-like grace, as though following a funeral procession. Each of the pieces is less notable for its (often underdeveloped) melody than its overall feel: If Moran were a painter, he would already be past the fruit bowls and into some deep, stormy Impressionism.
What makes these settings so vivid is the unabashed joy with which Moran's musical compatriots - bassist Tarus Mateen and drummer Nasheet Waits - dig into them. Happy to tackle something other than stock 4/4 swing, this outfit exaggerates the offbeat accents and blows up the grandiose Bartokian assymetries, all the while paying attention to the fleeting emotional nuances embedded in the text. Moran's tunes are unfinished in the best possible way - they're platforms for further inquiry, mandates for exploration that are riddled with hanging questions. The trio understands this, and its lusty enthusiasm for such conceptual work is evident in the big cresting peaks and, even more deliciously, the subtle touches. Moran will start with a common device - say, the pulse-quickening accelerando that ends "Another One" - and then throw in all kinds of odd little wrenches. On that tune, as the pace quickens, he makes sure that he's not perfectly aligned with his rhythm-mates; the tension between tempos gives the piece its richness.
On the staccato "Thief Without Loot," Moran switches between placid electric and more crisply articulated acoustic. The rhythm team doesn't reinforce the melody's accents as much as it offers intricate counterpoint. It sounds, at times, as though Moran choreographed these rhythmic jabs; more likely, it's just that the dynamic of this trio reinforces evey bit of shading Moran sketches. Such ad-libbed accompaniment is improvisation of the highest order. Mateen and Waits are far enough inside the compositions to extend Moran's conceptual aims. They're listening intently enough to transform a capricious, offhand remark into a rallying point. And they're doing this because the writing, already full of blood and guts and life, demands it.
--- Tom Moon, JAZZIZ Magazine Copyright © 2000, Milor Entertainment, Inc.
Facing Left,Jason Moran,Blue Note Records,Contemporary Jazz,Jazz,Jazz Music,Pop,Post-Bop
Average customer rating:
|
Facing Left
Jason Moran Manufacturer: Blue Note Records ProductGroup: Music Binding: Audio CD Similar Items:
ASIN: B00004TR16 Release Date: 2000-06-27 |
Tracks:
Amazon.com
Along with such players as Greg Osby, Stefon Harris, and Mark Shim, Jason Moran is making jazz that reflects myriad influences, from the traditional bop guard to Icelandic techno artist Bjork to contemporary classical and beyond. But theirs is not some studied attempt at a new music, or a stab at solo stardom created by labels and producers. Facing Left, like the New Directions group and Harris's lauded Black Action Figure, is serious, evocative, gripping, and explorative jazz. With dense, involving support from drummer Nasheet Waits and bassist Tarus Mateen, Moran begins Facing Left with the delicately erotic maze of "Later." "Thief Without Loot" darts over funky grooves with both acoustic and Rhodes piano, kind of a twinkling tightrope walk. Bjork is a favorite among many young musicians, and here Moran covers her moonlight missive "Joga" with elegance and a touch of Thelonious Monk. In fact, Monk surfaces often here (try the rambunctious Duke Ellington track, "Wig Wise"), mostly in Moran's touch. Also present is the luminous grace of Keith Jarrett, the logic of Herbie Hancock, and the lush romanticism of Claude Debussy and Maurice Ravel. Using rhythm like a conjurer's wand, Moran employs weird, stumbling beats in "Yojimbo" and "Battle of the Cattle Acts," while "Murder of Don Fanucci" rides a staggering military march. --Ken MicallefCustomer Reviews:
Maybe the best JaMo album.......2005-12-31
Better than 5 Stars!!.......2002-09-21
A good but not great sophomore disc.......2002-03-06
My Favorite Jazz CD.......2002-01-19
Comments from an absolute beginner.......2001-03-14
Even if I'm not a big fan of Jazz, I _had_ to buy this CD, and now I'm listening to it every weekend.
Joga and Murder of Don Fanucci are among the tracks I like more.
Jazz Music: