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A WORLD OF SONIC/MUSICAL DISCOVERIES REVIEWED BY DOMINIC VALVONA
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CAN ‘Live in Keele 1977’
(Mute Records) 22^nd November 2024

The sixth “live” album in Mute’s series of CAN performances, previously lost in the archives, or left to the bootleg community to post and share in various edited or mixed-up forms over the decades, Live in Keele is the second such live recording from the pivotal year of 1977. The most “requested” live performance yet we’re told, is taken from the band’s Keele University showcase, recorded in March of that year in the Staffordshire town of Newcastle-under-Lyme.

Whilst the legacy label Spoon has already released various versions of live material over the years – specifically the CAN Live 1971 – 1977 album -, and many fans have loaded up their amateur recordings onto Youtube and the like, this will be the first time proper that the Keele set has been released in its most complete, remastered form.

The set list has been argued over, depending on who you listen to and what version you find resurfacing on the net. But it can be agreed that the performance was a mix of refashioned, in-the-moment tracks from their most recent album, Saw Delight, some improvisations and recalls of past glories and themes. One such example lists ‘Fizz’ (as featured on that already mentioned Spoon endorsed Live collection), ‘Animal Waves’, ‘Sunshine Night And Day’, ‘Dizzy Dizzy’, ‘I Want More’, ‘Pinch’, ‘Don’t’ Say No’ and ‘Pellamen’ (an improvisation). And indeed, some of this is right, if only in short passages or bursts. But this release unhelpfully splits the tracks into non-committal numerical titles, ‘Eins’ to ‘Fünf’. Another version has the same performance kicking off with an untitled improv, followed by ‘Pinch’, ‘Don’t Say No’ and ‘Animal Waves’. The latter two’s inclusion is concrete, no argument. And I’m sure that’s a recall of ‘Pinch’ from Ege Bamyasi alongside a transmogrified glimpse of ‘I Want More’ in the mix.

But before we go any further, I feel we should familiarise ourselves with the band’s often dismissed or at least forgotten treasure, and the focal point of reference for this recording, the Saw Delight LP, plus the changes that had taken place in the setup and lineup during this pivotal year.  

Traversing influences from around the globe, the ethnography alchemists CAN always effectively absorbed the traditional and authentic music of multiple cultures, including the Middle East, Far East and Turkey. However, it wasn’t until the release of 1977’s Saw Delight LP that the group found themselves lauded as so-called ‘world music’ pioneers. In truth this five track assiduous collection of Afro, Turkish, Arabian, South American and “Fourth World” imbued songs does sound like a precursor to the 80s explosion in ethnically traditional music.

Much of CAN’s later work is often passed over, if not dismissed. Perhaps this can be attributed to the fact that their last couple of albums proved disappointing, the strange proto-glam of Landed and the more disco-esque reggae of the conventional Flow Motion – which spawned their most commercial hit ‘I Want More’ – did little to ingratiate die-hard fans to the cause, with many believing they’d lost their experimental edge. Fortunately, I believe, Saw Delight placed them back on track for a momentary reprise, mainly due to the inclusion of former Traffic bass player Rosko Gee, and percussionist Reebop Kwaku Baah, who both added a touch of African grooves and Caribbean coolness to the Teutonic mix.

Rosko’s arrival changed the dynamics, allowing CAN’s co-founding bassist and producer Holger Czukay to step away from the instrument to concentrate on producing interloping and spontaneous sound effects. Interacting with telephone calls and various radio transmissions, Czukay created the technique of using a Morse code switch to relay the signal and tap out these often-strange sound bite samples.

Vocals at this time were shared by everyone, with Rosko pitching in with lyrics to ‘Call Me’ and collaborator Peter Gilmour (Journalist friend of the band who co-wrote tracks on their last two albums) supplying words for both ‘Don’t Say No’ and ‘Fly By Night’.

The music itself gyrated to a disco and funk fuelled world rhythm, sauntering along most of the time in a kind of infectiously serene fashion. The opening song on that album, ‘Don’t Say No’, springs into action, settling quite rapidly into a taut rhythmic and containable conducted feel-good jam. Oscillating and accelerating keyboard waves of sound shuffle around the wispy delivered vocals that prompt us to, “Do what you feel, what you need to do” in a relaxed Jamaican fashion. ‘Sunshine Day And Night’ featured a rallying conga intro, courtesy of Reebop, whose Ghanaian ancestry comes in quite handy on this West African flavoured jam. Czukay mingles at this point, shoehorning in waves of operator dialled phone conversations and snatches of transistor radio shows, whilst Irmin Schmidt emits a smog thick blanket of effects via his infamous Alpha 77 plaything.

Over on the flip side we find the 15-minute mini-opus ‘Animal Waves’, a moody piece that mixes elements of mysterious whispery windswept atmospherics with a more stirring and emotive melodic soundtrack. Touches of Cuban percussive grooves and African bubbling broody basslines pull at this sad and forlorn instrumental that is full of grandiose cinemascope and erudite musical charm. One of the more beguiling, if not strange, tracks is the sultry Barry White school of soulful disco, ‘Fly By Night’, a peculiar sounding funky balled that is unlike anything the group had ever recorded or where likely to never repeat.

Throughout this LP, the usually prominent and leading protagonist of the group, Michael Karoli, seems somehow restrained, playing the role of a drifter, though always managing to add desideratum moments of floating ark like celestial guitar licks at the right time. Also drumming prodigal magi Jaki Liebezeit moves to the sides, remaining an anchor, but reining in his usual freewheeling floor show of elaborate rolls, instead reverting to his machine accurate timings and leaving enough space for the percussion of Reebop.

The Keele performance must have been one of the group’s earliest stages to showcase the new material and their adopted new band members after Saw Delight’s release in March of that year. Riffing on the album’s highlight tracks, ‘Don’t Say No’ and ‘Animal Waves’, we can hear all the signature elements of groove and rhythm, and licks of the former on ‘Drei’, and the vaped and tunnelled shifts and starlit rays, the cyclonic tribal vocal samples and night flights of the latter on ‘Fünf’. Although, they sound like they’re in a hurry to set up the recognisable ‘Don’t Say No’ feel and beat, emerging suddenly as it does out of the previous Velvets-score-the-Omega-Man, cosmic summoning stained glass galactic organ and Hendrix-invoking performance – elements I’m sure of ‘Pinch’ with a hangover of their Soon Over Babluma period.

Elsewhere the performance is straight into a Turkish vision of whomp-whomp, whacker-whacker Fred Wesley J.B.’s and The Jimmy Castor Bunch, with echoes of Flow Motion. Schmidt’s keys seem to simultaneously invoke the sci-fi, Vincent Price horror show, Arabia, ? & The Mysterians and the acid, whilst Czukay gets the phone lines open, dialling up the operator with prank-like calls that leave the unsuspecting receiver hanging.

Liebezeit meanwhile keeps the groove going, busy but never overdoing his part nor bursting into a silly egotistical drum solo as he makes rhythmic trips from West Coast America to The Levant, Orient and Africa. Acid-rock, jazz, Afrobeat, funk, traditional influences meet as the action circles round the kit, the hi-hat pedal bounces and the cymbals shimmer and splash. Guitar prodigy Karoli has always pulled off a similar merger of influences whilst maintaining a cool aloof presence, rocking, fuzzing, wailing, screeching, and bending with the best of them. From Beefheart to Zappa, Garcia to Hendrix, he finds some incredible licks and riffs that squeal acid and psych rock but could be unconsciously and consciously gathered from all points of the compass and earths. Again, the Turkish, the Arabian, the Persian, the American West Coast scene, the avant-garde and even Eastern European seems to all come together in both tight and rubber banded displays of virtuoso riffage.

Latest recruit, Rosko Gee (Reebop Kwaku Baah isn’t mentioned as playing on this live recording) keeps a cool bass line going throughout. The ex-Traffic bassist adds a less driven and monotonous rhythm with funk, soul, R&B, African and Caribbean influences. These either sit underneath the freeform surface or go on long scale runs, and octave juggles, and sometimes just smoothly bounce around.

A defining period for CAN, the Live in Keele gig recording is a window in on a group that still retained it’s early 70s magic but was also moving on: an experiment with new members, and a freeing up of the long-established setup and sound. If you hated, or to put it less harshly, just aren’t into the Saw Delight LP period than you’ll still find much to excite and enjoy about this ’77 special. But if like me you rate that often missed out and sometimes dismissed entry in the CAN catalogue than you’ll be a little disappointed, as this performance doesn’t go far enough in using that album’s material, nor in breaking with the previous recordings and live shows. Yes, always improvising, and always transforming, often based on how the atmosphere is, where the crowd and vibrations take them, there is still a lot of familiar ground being retrodden. Most will be happy though, but heads and diehards will probably already know this set off-by-heart. Still, a worthwhile contribution to the series, and indeed one of their best captured gigs of that era.  

Hackedepicciotto ‘The Best Of Hackedepicciotto (Live In Napoli)’
(Mute)

Responsible, in part at least, to helping shape a certain brooding yearned and dramatic sound over the last four decades in Berlin, the husband and wife creative partnership of Alexander Hacke and Danielle de Picciotto have at any one time, both separately and together, been members of Einstürzende Neubauten, Crime And The City Solution and the Anne Sexton Transformations imbued theatrical Ministry Of Wolves. During that time Danielle was the lead singer for the Space Cowboys and co-founded the famous Love Parade carnival.

As a duo in recent years, under the twinned Hackedepicciotto moniker, they’ve channelled much of that experience into a signature sound that embraces the cabaret and soundtrack gravitas of post-punk, post-industrial, electronica, the esoteric, weird folk and twisted fairytale: which they themselves have described as “symphonic drone”.

Their fifth album, the partial sonic and lyrical autobiography, part photo album scrap book dedication, Keepsakes, was released last year. As with most of their catalogue, the duo’s albums are either recorded in a stirring, inspiring location, or in a different country. The most recent being no exception, recorded as it was at Napoli’s legendary Auditorium Novecento using the famous venue’s stock of various instruments. The spirit of such early recorded crooners and composers as Enrico Caruso, in one of Europe’s first recording studios, hung. And amongst the tubular bells, the brass and grand piano Ennio Morricone’s twinkled and xylophone-like chimed sounding celeste was put to good use across an album of dedications to the partnership’s close friends and influential peers. For Keepsakes is (despite the cliché) the couple’s most personal, intimate album yet.

That album now forms the focal or centre point for this live release of choice bell tolled maladies and drone sonnets from the duo’s back catalogue. Performed over two nights, they’ve chosen to return to the Auditorium Novecento setting that made Keepsakes such an atmospherically rich and momentous, dramatic record. And so, they perform a quartet of songs from that most recent album alongside picks from the Menetekel (2017), The Current (2020), The Silver Threshold (2021) and Perseverantia (2023) albums. After the near hermetic, alchemist hymnal stripped opening a cappella version of The Silver Threshold’s beautified duet ‘Evermore’ – the duo’s first real stab at a love song -, and the Gothic Steppes throat-singer mystical-shrouded post-punk track ‘Awake’, taken from Perseverantia – Cave with shades of Sol Invictus and Brian Reitzell -, there’s a pretty faithful version of Keepsakes’ harder edged, gnarled and classical counterpoint ‘Aichach’. Dedicated to that small Bavarian town’s native electronic dance music pioneer Chrislo Haas – an agitating force behind Liasions Dangereuses, Minus Delta F, D.A.F. and Der Plan (the last three of which he co-founded) – , the late German icon’s proto punk and Tresor techno signature can be heard racing against sorrowful bowed strings on an instrumental that’s both sadly poignant and yet has a scuzzy, heavy attitude of dungeon synth disturbances and scaffold apparatus anvil beating. As an aside, the infamous Ilse Koch, the “concentration camp murderess”, “witch of Buchenwald”, who topped herself was imprisoned for life by the Americans in the late 1940s at that same town’s women’s prison.

After the Amon Düül II bubbling atmospheres and NASA transmissions of the slappy tablas, Celtic airs and apparitional aria ‘Third From The Sun’ (originally appearing on the Irish Sea imbued album, The Current), there’s a pairing of Keepsakes renditions; the female poet friend dedication, creeping and Gothic poetic, ‘Lovestuff’, and the tolled menacing moody chthonian ferryman’s journey ‘Songs Of Gratitude’. Later, with context and inspiration explained by Hacke (dedicated to a friend called Roland, who like Erik Satie before him in another age, but choosing the polar opposite colour, decided to only eat food that was black), there’s another faithful, if not even more sensory, spatial and entrancing version of ‘Schwarze Milch’. Translating as “black milk”, the odd cabaret sifts and brushed, hurdy-gurdy winded and smoky sax circus of the playful, disturbed and animal mask wearing cultish original now sounds more like a meeting of the Weimar Republic and American 1920s Jazz Age via Thomas Truax.

The rest of this twelve-track performance includes the Biblical mystical heralded hardliner symphonic ‘Jericho’ (sounding here, in this setting, like Dead Can Dance sharing the stage with Crime And The City Solution during their most morbidly morose days in 80s Berlin), which appeared on the couple’s debut album Menetekel in 2017; the elementals (from droplet of water to river to mountain and tree) sleigh ride of Carpathian, Celtic and Native Indian channelling ‘The Seventh Day’, taken from The Current album; the steam-punked vortex intense mix of frayed instrumentation and iron ‘The Silver Threshold’, taken from the album of the same name; and the otherworldly broadcast lament and beautified despair of Perseverantia’s twangy tremolo and affected strings brushed ‘Grace’, which here connects itself to and sounds like the reprise twin to the opening ‘Evermore’: a perfect bookend and curtain call.      

By now accustomed to each other’s creative sparks, entwined completely, the couple traverse the sulfuric skyline landscapes of uncertainty and lament in perfect synergy. Live they manage to both project intimacy and yet the enormity of the world/worlds they conjure up and inhabit; the magical and Gothic, the chilling and “heaven sent”. This is the perfect showcase, and a more unique approach to showcasing the “best of” your catalogue. Not to mean this is any negative way, but it is only when you hear the vocals that you remember this is all live and performed in front of an audience (well, obviously the claps, whistles and cheers in between each track give it away). Why the couple aren’t more celebrated and known is a mystery to me, but hopefully this latest release will change that. A remarkable event of intensity, drama, the attuned, artful, Gothic, hermitic, industrial and celestial.

Mulatu Astatke & Hoodna Orchestra ‘Tension’
(Batov Records)

East Africa and the Levant merge together in a perfect harmonic invocation of the ancient spirits on this dream ticket, as the Ethio-jazz progenitor Mulatu Astatke matches his signature vibraphone evocations and his homeland’s sounds with those of Tel Aviv’s twelve-member collective the Hoodna Orchestra. Overseen all the while (and pitching in on tenor sax for the album’s ‘Delilah’) by the Dap-Kings instigator and Daptones label co-founder Neal Sugarman, who helped to initiate this album with the Orchestra’s very own guitarist Ilan Smilan (who also plays moonlights as a member of Sababa 5).

Whilst looking for the opportunity for a few years, the stars aligned, as they say, last year: thankfully before the current events that have brought real “tension”, war and an escalation of violence to Israel and its neighbours following the brutal horrific terrorist attacks of October 7^th. Formed back in 2012 with a passion for untangling and rooting out African sounds, influences (especially from Ethiopia) that influenced Western musical forms, the Orchestra was well-prepared to embrace the magical vibrating music of the vibraphonist, pianist, organist, percussionist, composer and arranger Astatke.

A legend in spreading Ethiopia’s distinctive jazzy hybrid of traditional scales and rhythms with Western music and the classical, Astatke was among the first African-born artists to study in the US. After leaving his native Jimma birthplace during the early 1940s he trained abroad in London, Boston and New York, where he studied Latin and jazz music. Cultivating his own signature, he went on to collaborate with such luminaries as Duke Ellington and Mahmoud Ahmel. Although acclaimed for his art at the time and over the decades, Astatke was still confined to ethnologist fans, those in the know and crate-diggers of assured tastes. However, leaping forward, his music received a sort of renaissance reprisal off the back of the critically acclaimed Éthiopiques series of showcases put out by the French label Buda Musique during the late 90s. A compilation of songs from various singles and albums that Amha Records, Kaifa Records and Philips-Ethiopia released during the 1960s and 1970s in Ethiopia, this series included all the legends and gave rise to interest in the Ethio-jazz genre. Volume 4, dedicated to the music of Astatke, was featured in Jim Jarmush’s 2005 movie Broken Flower, giving further attention to the icon’s art.

During the new century Astatke found himself in demand, collaborating notably with The Heliocentrics, but many others from across the world. He also found a fanbase amongst the hip-hop set, his music sampled by a who’s who of rap producers and innovators.  

Now, with the lightest of touches, his notes floating dreamily, hanging and drifting in the air, or bobbling, twinkling like translucent bulbs, Astatke’s signatures are put to good effect against an orchestra of instruments, from brass to organ, rhythm providing drums and various forms and apparatus of percussion.

Across six original Biblical and Levant reference entitled tracks, this combination raises the ancients, the atavistic and the mystical; merging Hebrew testament with Afrobeat, jazz, soul, funk, R&B and the tribal to evoke old historical Holy Land sites, the seductive enchantress who brought down Samson, and a famous Jerusalem city gateway. The album’s title-track introduces this fusion, with wafts of Pharoah Sanders and Getatchew Mekurya sax, glassy tinkles and shimmies and a constant chord prod of organ. Most surprisingly, it all sounds like a cool Lalo Schifrin chase sequence uprooted to the Tel Aviv coastline. The next, and lighter tune, ‘Major’, seems to channel Memphis soul, New Orleans and the Middle East, whilst the Judean hills archaeological site of ‘Hatula’ has an air of mystery, with the music in a near procession form sounding like The Budos Band being led by Idris Ackamoor. There’s some great piano on the latter, with Astatke’s virtuoso skills and sagacious experience touching on the classical, the Latin, gospel and Ethiopian with ease.

‘Yashan’, which literally translates into Hebrew as “old”, is a real Ethio-jazz imbued track of vibraphone glistened glassy notes – reminding me of the Modern Jazz Quartet -, but also features Afrobeat rhythms and Peter King and Fela-like saxophone rasps, squawks and deeper, near baritone tones. This could be the Wallias Band leading a swinging march through the valley of the kings. The temptress betrayer of the Book of Judges, ‘Delilah’ is scored with a seductive caress of wily flute and snake-charmer like brass, mirage style vibes, veiled sexiness and magical fantasy – imagine The City Champs meets Girma Hadgu.     

The finale is a reference to the Jerusalem gate located in the old city, either built by or enlarged and remade by the Ottomans in the 14^th century and known as the Gate of Silwan or the Mograbi Gate, or as here, the “Dung Gate” because it served as the dispatch point for the city’s garbage. Whilst contested, in Jewish lore it’s claimed to have been mentioned in the Book of Nehemiah and predates any claims a millennium of more later. Passing through it like a caravan trail of traders and minstrels, this combo of water carriers strikes up a metal hand drum, pots and pans rattling Afro-jazz and Arabian groovy spell. It’s a nice way to bring a harmonious end to the geographical evoked rhythm and soul map. The iconic Mulatu Astatke is neither leading nor following in this democratised union and exchange of cultures, sounds and fantasies, as the Hoodna Orchestra prove organically and instinctively gifted in extending the Ethio-jazz sound and melding with their foil.

Sly & The Family Drone ‘Moon Is Doom Backwards’
(Human Worth)

Incredibly, this is the very first time that I’ve ever written about this dynamic, discombobulation of post-punk-jazz-noise provocation, although members of this changeable collective lineup have appeared under different guises on the blog; just the other month Sly & The Family Drone’s reeds and bass clarinet player James Allsopp popped up on Scarla O’ Horror’s Semiconductor Taxidermy For The Masses exploratory workout.  

Steered, if that’s the word, by recurring instigator Matt Cargill, who provides trick noises, various hazardous and dissonance electronic effects, voice and percussion, and with perhaps the best riff on a band name ever, the S&TFD’s provenance is kept mostly obscure. Except for the odd interview (usually with tQ), it is almost impossible to find out anything about them. Even in this day and age, and with the nefarious creep of AI, it seems incredible that there isn’t even a bio online.

But for this release, recorded in the September of 2021 at what sounds like the convivial Darling Buds of May evoked idyllic Larkins Farm, we have Kaz Buckland (on drums, electronics and reeds), Ed Dudley (electronics and voice) and Will Glaser (electronics and drums) joining both Allsopp and Cargill on an album of controlled chaos, pain, Fortean forbode, trauma, and distraught primal soup surveying.

According to the brief accompanying notes, this is perhaps their most ‘measured’, ‘meaningful’ and ‘meticulous’ work to date.

Time is maybe distorted, like an hallucination or fever dream on the finale, ‘Ankle Length Gloves’, which pitches the twinkled mechanisms and oddities of the Aphex Twin’s drukqs with a childlike toy xylophone or piano before paranormal forces take over, but the direction has a theme, a direction (if you can call it that), or at least concept. Not so much lost in the avant-garde, the konk and honk, shrieks and abstract sound manipulation and expressions, as knowing that there is a destination between the light and shade, the more incipient stirrings and the spikes, the barrages and cannonades. And there’s far more of the stirrings, the essence of instruments, the resonated, the echoed, the surface sounds and atmospheres than the full-on bombardments, the contorted and grinded on Moon Is Doom Backwards.

A wrestling match on the barricades between the forces of Marxism, Populism, the consumer culture, nepotism, and encroaching forces of a technological dystopia, the collective forces of this group provide a reification-style soundtrack to the crisis of our times. Often this means escaping via a trapdoor to beyond the ether, or, to off worlds and mysterious alien landscapes. But we’re always drawn back into the horror, stresses and contorted darkness of reality; a sonic PTSD manifested in industrial noises from Capitalism’s workshop.     

Within those perimeters of rage, protestation, the menacing, unsettled and strung out there’s signs of Edrix Puzzle, Last Exit, The Bennie Maupin Ensemble’s Neophilia LP (especially the bass clarinet), Fred Frith, Bill Laswell, the live recordings of the Milford Graves, Charles Gayle and William Parker trio, Bill Dixon, Faust, Richard H. Kirk and Chris Corsano’s work with Bill Orcutt. And yet, there’s more, with both a hint of the Latin sound via Anthony Braxton and BAG on ‘Cuban Funeral Sandwich’, and the Art Ensemble of Chicago steered by unseen forces on the traumatic ‘Joyless Austere Post-War Biscuits’ – those two titles sounding like the worst picnic imaginable.

Poltergeist’s jamming activity, fizzles of sound waves and transmissions from the chthonian, ghost ship bristled low horns and higher pitched shrieks, bestial tubular growls, cymbal shaves, disturbances in the matrix, a short melody of pastoral reeds, drums that sounding like a beating. This is the sound of Moon Is Doom Backwards; pushing and striving to score this hideous age through the cerebral and chaotic.

Marcelo D2 & SambaDrive ‘Direct-to-Disc’
(Night Dreamer)

Transforming choice tracks from his back catalogue of solo albums, put out between 1998 and 2013, the influential and acclaimed Brazilian rapper Marcelo D2 replaces the samples, breaks and scratching for a live, reactive Latin-jazz and samba trio.

As part of the championed ‘direct-to-disc’ series overseen by the Night Dreamer label, the South American hip-hop legend laid down ten performed tracks backed by the brilliant SambaDrive direct onto vinyl at the Haarlem Artone Studio in Holland. With no cuts, no edits, as little interference as necessary, these recordings sound near spontaneous, in the moment. Shaped however in a preliminary fashion, by SambaDrive’s improvised performances that prefaced D2’s main act on tour, and by the rapper’s own experiments and congruous weaving of his homeland’s Latin sounds and atmospheres, including his collaborative projects with such legends as the late Sergio Mendes, the two musical worlds connect like a Samaba version of the Guru’s Jazzmatazz. The difference being, as that famous and accolade-carrying project featured samples mostly of the jazz greats it emulated and championed, this record (as outlined earlier) features an actual live act playing something faithful if a little lighter, more natural sounding and sometimes showman like, versions of the original D2 tracks.

A little older, wiser, and a few reinventions later, D2 playfully but still urgently raps lyrics from tracks that appeared on the Eu Tiro é Onda, À Procura da Batida Perfeita, A Arte do Barulho and Nada Pode Me Parar albums. All four were solo ventures that adopted and embraced a clever use of samba and Latin-jazz music that often culminated in the use of live bands and orchestras when performing live. But before that, going right back to the early 90s, D2 was instrumental in fusing hip-hop with other flavours, mostly notably alongside his late foil Skunk who co-founded the Planet Hemp group. A notable outfit in their homeland, they mixed cannabis culture with Californian skate punk and the sound of the Brazilian underground – think Beastie Boys meet Cypress Hill and The Dead Kennedys. But by the late 90s, D2 was ready to go solo, to broaden horizons, and find that international audience that had so far alluded him. By fully integrating the groove and funk, the jazzy and rock sounds of Brazil and the wider continent, his records really started to fly, with invitations from abroad, accolades and awards.

This won’t be the first time either that D2 has reinvented his sound and recorded different versions of his own music. Back in 2004 he was invited by the Brazilian MTV channel to create acoustic versions. Another decade, and the rapper is back recreating, refashioning and in some ways, opening the gates to new possibilities. Working with the talented trio of Mauro Berman on bass, Pablo Lapidusas on keys and Lourenço Monteiro on drums, those hip-hop orientated tracks are now more organic sounding, sauntering, laidback, smoother, and evocative of the lush sun blazed scenes of Rio and the lively shows of Cuba, the Latin theatre and lounge sets.

Stripping away much of the breaks, the hip-hop elements, tracks such as the opening ‘A Maldiçâo do Samba’ (taken from the 2003 album À Procura da Batida Perfeita) now sound more like Oscar Peterson jamming with Mendes, or Chucho Valdes flying down to Rio with Ramsey Lewis. ‘MD2 (A sigla no TAG)’, which originally appeared on the 2013 album Nada Pode Me Parar,sounds like Hemlock Ernst and Alfa Mist reworking Azymuth. And ‘A Procura da Batida Perfeita’, which translates as a Portuguese version of

“The Search for the Perfect Beat”, sounds like Uterco or Kid Frost backed by Gilberto. You can almost hear Lonnie Liston of the rhythm section of the Tamba Trio jamming with the Digable Planets or A Tribe Called Quest. In fact, it could be a rap version of a Jazz Is Dead project.

Elsewhere those bulb-like organ or electric piano notes linger and float over nocturnal lounge suites, the serenaded, playful, scenic and splashed. Though missing from this version, ‘Desabafo’ (the only solo track from 2008’s A Arte do Barulho album) originally featured a sample from Cláudya’s 1973, Lalo Schifrin meets Gilberto, horn blazed, ‘Deixa Eu Dizer’. The trio do a good job of invoking that showstopper, but also romantically entwine it with subtle Bossa hints and a romantic trailed-off piano.

The attitude, the passion, the crammed-in flow and more peppered lyricism is still very much on show, only now lilted towards a jazzier and Latin-fuelled backing that balances the urgency and freewheeling of the rapping with something more pliable, dissipating, funky and stylishly cool. Marcelo D2 & SambaDrive have created something very special; not so much an improvement as an alternative fruitful vision of Samba-rap. 

Berke Can Özcan & Jonah Parzen-Johnson ‘It Was Always Time’
(We Jazz)

“It Was Always Time”, and it was always meant to be, for the telepathic readings of both creative partners in this project prove synchronised and bound, no matter how far out and off-kilter their experiments of curiosity go or take them.

The Turkish polymath drummer and sound designer Berke Can Özcan and his foil the Brooklyn-based baritone/alto saxophonist and flutist Jonah Parzen-Johnson, have worked together before, namely on the former’s Lycian atavistic geographical infused and inspired Twin Peaks album, last year. Parzen-Johnson, a featured guest alongside the Norwegian trumpeter Arve Henrikson, helped Özcan map the past lives and walking trials of an old civilisation that once called the Turkish shores its own.

But before even that, back in the April of 2022, Parzen-Johnson found himself boarding a flight to Istanbul to perform a one-off gig with Özcan. Incredibly the two had never met until thirty minutes before going on stage for a soundcheck. The gig must have proved a creative, dynamic success as both musicians have now come together under the equal billing of this new album, recorded for the Helsinki-based hub We Jazz. Parzen-Johnson has already made several records over the years for that label, including the soloist performance of You’re Never Really Alone from March of this year.

In this form they’re both free to operate yet tethered to a vapour, a mizzle and wisp of the atmospheric and the ambient; a substance that isn’t easy to define or describe, but a sonic, atonal and synthesized material that keeps the duo’s art from straying into dissonance or the avant-garde – though some will argue about the latter.

Creative adventurers of their respective instruments, Özcan’s balances his felt, tactile and exploratory drums and percussion and more off-kilter breaks and beats with Parzen-Johnson’s looping undulations, held sustained lingers, shortened reedy vibrations and full-on serenades, swaddles and quicker flutters.

Both the action and the more otherworldly passages extend beyond jazz and electronica into sci-fi and the blues on an album that manages to weave trauma, pain and sadness with wonder and joy. And because of that, there’s some surprising, unburdened performances, like the misty vespers, tubular percussive patterns, fluctuating sax and sweet memories of ‘São Paulo’, which sounds like Ben Vince in a primal South American soup with Tortoise and Albaster DePlume, and the more supernatural surface noise of the finale, ‘The Others’, a near entire electronic and atonal expression of mystique and danger that sounds more like the work of Xqui.

Elsewhere there’s parts that sound vaguely like the spiritual and more freeform jazz percussion of the Art Ensemble of Chicago and Maurice McIntyre; saxophone effected layers and weaving that evokes Colin Stetson and Donny McCaslin; and synthesized beds, patterns, oscillations and waves that orbit the same spheres as the Pidgins, TAU, Frederic D. Oberland (specifically his Solstice album), the Two Lone Swordsman and Etceteral. And when it all kicks off the pair remind me of Krolestwo, or a fantasy pairing of Anna Webber and Peter Giger.

From the dubby to tribal, the esoteric to cloud gazing, Berke Can Özcan and Jonah Parzen-Johnson play out their fears and joys across an exciting album of possibilities and expressive, erring on the heavenly at one point, feelings. A fruitful combination that will endure, and hopefully reconvene in the future.     

Sam Grendel, Benny Brock, Hans P. Kjorstad ‘Dream Trio’
(Leaving Records)

Well, the title’s not wrong there, featuring as it does an experienced trio of notable names from the ever-expanding experimental jazz scene. First off, we have the L.A. based saxophonist and producer Sam Grendel, who’s either collaborated with, written for or been a foil to such noted artists and bands as Vampire Weekend, Sam Wilkes, Laurie Anderson, Ry Cooder…and the enviable list goes on and on. Standing one side of Grendal is the Oakland born but now L.A. residing keyboardist, composer, producer and sound designer Benny Bock, who’s been quite a mover and shaker in the electronic field, starting out as he did fixing up iconic synths at a repair shop before going on to work for the American audio engineer and synth designer (and of course, the founder of the no less iconic Oberheim Electronics company) Tom Oberheim. Bock has a wide sonic vocabulary though, which stretches from electronica to the classical and the worldly, and worked with such diverse acts as The Weekend, Feist and Rick Rubin.  Completing the triangle, we have the musician and composer Hans P. Kjorstad, who’s speciality, if you will, is the study and use of microtonal music – as informed, so we are told, by Norwegian traditional music and experimental improvisation. As an extension of that study, Kjorstad also has an artistic interest in the audio-visual, working, as we’re also told, towards an increased sensitivity to the sensual potential in subtle tonality changes.

In case this leaves you feeling a little mystified, confused, the microtonal reference can be glibly explained as intervals that are smaller than a semitone, or a note that falls between keys. It’s more complicated than all that, and yet also simpler. And you know it when you hear it, as this dream trio headed project is informed and suffused by it. For it’s the tones of the instruments taking part, from Gendal’s “wind controller” and soprano saxophone to Bock’s UDO Audio synthesizer and Kjorstad’s violin, rather than their musicality that are on show here across ten eclectic expletory, improvised and extemporized recordings – and most importantly, with no overdubs.

The sphere of influences and sense of projecting untold landscapes, realms, fauna rich geography, moods and fantasy is spurred on by the location of this project: Japan. And you will hear the odd moment, passage of Bamboo music and the Japanese environmental music set throughout. But the most obvious international winding stopover is Peru, with the small Andean lute-family stringed ‘Charango’ inspired track. The trio astral plane across the vast ocean to a transformed South American environment of sounds, whilst also somehow evoking Michael Urbaniak’s violin, Sakamoto’s floppy disc mash-up chops and the fourth world no wave of Ramuntcho Matta.

Elsewhere the mood music, the tones, hinging effects, resonance and reverberations could be said to lean towards the most abstract forms of jazz (a touch of Anthony Braxton, Ornette Coleman and Andy Haas). And yet between the spidery rattles, textured and permeant sounding cuts (especially with some of Kjorstad’s style of marking the strings as if he was slowly using a saw rather than a bow, in a “col legno” style), the stumbled electronic drums and near mewling strains there’s a sense of musicality and even a rhythm at times with dreamy bulb-like notes, sounds of a transmogrified country-folky Appalachian mountains and the celestial (I’m thinking of Sun Ra). The near wistful and romantic serenading finale, ‘Everything Happens To Me’, isn’t a million miles away from Lester Young or even Charlie Parker.  

And that isn’t even close to defining the album’s eclectic tastes, with the scores of Bill Helms sharing space with the bubbling lunar chemistry of such Library composers as Nino Nardini and Pierre Cavalli, the more melodic avant-garde experiments of Terry Riley, and smoother hybrid-jazz of The Jan Hammer Group and Greg Foat. That’s without mentioning the odd step towards post-rock and the 90s too.

The dream trio balance the challenging with tonal sensibilities and wildness without descending into dissonance, referencing so many ideas, musical memories and unconscious influences on the way to creating a diverse improvised album of real quality.   

Orchestre Tout Puissant Marcel Duchamp ‘Ventre Unique’
(Bongo Joe)

A subversion of the beloved Benin Orchestre Poly-Rythmo de Cotonou and mischievous conceptual progenitor Marcel Duchamp, the multi-limbed, sometimes nebulous, Geneva-based collective are synonymous for fusing African sounds and rhythms with post-punk, no wave, psychedelia, jazz and art-rock. Like Duchamp, in an act of creative reappropriation, the “orchestra” take their Western African icon’s celebrated hybrid of obscure Vodoun, Jerk Fon and Cavacha Fon, Afrobeat, and even Bossa Afro and marry to their own rambunctious, sometimes more harmoniously beautiful, and intensified dance beats.

Without regurgitating the entire backstory and history, Orchestre Tout Puissant Marcel Duchamp’s main motivator and founding father, Vincent Bertholet, is also the co-founder of the Swiss label Bongo Joe. His revolving door of a concept and gathering of like-minded souls, has been going since 2006; the initial influences always consistent, but with a lineup that is always changing, engaging with new ideas and embracing a diverse cast of musicians from Europe and beyond. At present, that amounts to twelve musicians, some, returning faces, others forming a new intake of collaborators. 

Boasting Western Africa’s “best rhythm section”, the spirt of Orchestre Poly-Rythmo de Cotonou permeates this latest album; the successor to their 2021, COVID epoch, We’re OK But We’re Lost Anyway. As the sleeve art (shoutout to the French painter Dove Perspicacius is in order) mightindicate the newest album, Ventre Unique, has its own weaving of creation, birth myth and dream realism fantasy. Without getting into it, the horse, centre and stuff of so many civilizations own myths and worship, strides an active volcano, whilst inside its stomach or womb figures lie together naked as the day they were born or indeed borne. For this album is all about the “spirit of generosity” and finding “commonality”, but also, I believe, finding a new pathway to shared collective endurance in an age of high anxiety and division.

At the time of recording this album at the Studio Midilive in Villetaneuse near Paris, the international group included Gilles Poizat on bugle, lead vocalist Liz Moscarola, marimba players Aïda Diop and Elena Beder, drummers Gabriel Valtchev and Guillaume Lantonnet, guitarists Romane Millet and Titi, trombonist Gif, viola-player Thomas Malnati-Levier, cellist Naomi Mabanda, and instigator-in-chief, Bertholet on the double bass. Everyone, more or less, pitches in on the vocals too, coalescing in harmonic spiritual accord, or in a worked-up or a more lilting style – catch latest recruit, or passing fancy, François Marry of Frànçois and the Atlas Mountains note, and her euphonious tones on ‘Tout Haut’. You can also hear new vocalist Mara Krastina (who will be more involved with the group in future we’re told) from Swiss band Massicot, sending us out on the finale ‘Smiling Like A Flower’.

You can hear every single note, every contribution and instrument; a united front of sound, even when building to a crescendo, accelerating at speed, or off-kilter. Swimmingly bobbling along on the marimba evocations of West Africa and a no wave dance fusion, the whole crew balance sophisticated coolness, a playfulness and a more humbling yearns for Gaia with agitation and tumultuous stresses. And within the perimeters of their influences, you can (OK, I can) echoes of Crack Cloud, Melt Yourself Down, the HiFiKlub, Robert Wyatt (as covered and transformed by Max Andrzejewski’s Hütte and Guests), Rip Rig & Panic, Family Fodder, Model Citizens, The Pop Group, and Pulsallama. Even then, that merely scratches the surface, as there’s a tint of aloof downtown New York Grace Jones on ‘Coagule’, and oddly, The Cure and The Banshees on the mystical percussive, and creeping double-bass subverted no wave jazzy ‘Petits Bouts’. But throughout, it had me reminiscing of an eclectic, African-infused 80s pop scene.   

Lucid serendipities are countered with escalations, a shivering stress of strings, and discombobulating action and grooves, as the cover art horse clops and gallops throughout to remind us of our sentinel friend’s connection to the earth: or something like that. Ventre Unique provides the music of life in an increasingly hostile, traumatic world of woes; dancing to its own fluidity and beat with old and new friends/collaborators.   

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