Not really particularly “Out”, this is more like ambitious, noir-ish, post-bop. One of several albums McLean did in partnership with trombonist Moncur. With three of the songs from Moncur, and one from McLean, musically, this album is a little more Moncur than McLean.
The overall strategies for the pieces are pretty traditional, (just “head, solos, head,”) but the heads themselves are pretty complex. “Esoteric”, in particular, is just bonkers. Kudos to Haynes and Ridley for keeping it together on that one!
Actually, everyone is great here, particularly Hutcherson, Moncur, and the aforementioned Haynes.
Just the sort of thing that would have black turtle-necked beatniks snapping their fingers and shouting, “Go, Daddy-O, Go!” between sneaking out to smoke a joint, score, or discuss their etchings with fetching young things from Peoria.
Together, as One by Dinosaur, (Laura Jurd, Elliot Galvin, Conor Chaplin, and Corrie Dick). I was listening to a podcast from WNYC about what they called “Jazz Adjacent Artists” and this recording from Dinosaur stuck out as the most potentially interesting.
Led by Trumpeter Laura Jurd, this group is operating in the vicinity of Post-Miles fusion with a few modern touches. If I had to complain about anything, I’d say it’s a tad overwritten. I wish they’d spend more time improvising and less time reading music.
Pleasant and enjoyable, but not compelling. (I bet my Fusion enthusiast, Millennial co-worker would love it.)
Please turn your hymnals to number 148 and join with the clarinets in, “Stars of the Morning”.
First Line: Stars of the Morning
Meter: 10 10, 10 10.
Tempo: In moderate time
Music: Henry Smart, 1813-79
Text: St. Joseph the Hymnographer, 883
Tr. John Mason Neale, 1818-66
This is the Final Hymn of the Church year, celebrating “St. Michael and All the Angels”.
It is also the final hymn of this phase of the “Lutheran Hymnal Project”.
I hope you have enjoyed, or been reminded of some feeling or thought.
Stars of the morning, so gloriously bright,
Filled with celestial resplendence and light,
These that, where night never followeth day,
Raise the ‘Thrice Holy, Lord!’ ever and aye:
These are thy minions, these dost thou own,
Lord God of Sabbaoth, nearest thy throne;
These are thy messengers, these dost thou send,
Help of the helpless ones, man to defend.
Still let them succor us; still let them fight,
Lord of angelic hosts, battling for right,
Till, where their anthems they ceaselessly pour,
We with the angels may bow and adore. Amen.
And as a bit of an indication of what is to come, here is some fun I had with Stars of The Morning and a real time audio processing called AudioMulch.
Sunrise in Different Dimensions by Sun Ra Arkestra.
Tune in to Disco Roto on Radio Valencia tonight at 8pm. Mrs. Flannestad will be featuring Sun Ra and the Arkestra in anticipation of the Arkestra’s upcoming concerts this week at SF Jazz. (Or listen to the podcast later at: Disco Roto Travels the Spaceways.)
One of my favorite Arkestra albums, mostly because even though it is on the late side in his career, Mr. Ra sticks primarily to the piano. Great to hear him tickling the ivories, rather than squelching the buttons on an organ or farfisa.