Showing posts with label free improv. Show all posts
Showing posts with label free improv. Show all posts

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Fushitsusha - Origin's Hesitation


One of my favorite groups, but not for everyone. If you don't like your musical preconceptions pushed to the limit, steer clear away. This is one of their most difficult records.

"Japanese guitarist, multi-instrumentalist, and vocalist Keiji Haino had been a prominent figure in the Tokyo underground since the mid-'70s before forming this incredible group that stands as one of Japan's most inventive and extraordinary and powerful groups of the era. Their work draJws on noise,rock, free improvisation, and psychedelia, yet they sculpt their group sound in a fashion that their music is relative to few forms. In fact, the sound of Fushitsusha could best be described as contemporary Japanese music as some of their modalities and vigorous improvisational manner reflects the Japanese folk and traditional formulas. On the other hand, the electricity and refined indulgence of their feedback drenched albums and live concerts bares similarities to early Sonic Youth and the Swans, yet is as challenging as avant-garde improvisation. Sonny Sharrock's Black Woman and Peter Brötzmann's Machine Gun are good points of reference, as are Captain Beefheart, Guru Guru, or even Can.

Fushitsusha is part of a continuum in Japanese avant-garde music that was developing in the '60s with noisy improvisational groups such as Group Ongaku, Taj Mahal Travellers, and, most notably, New Direction Unit, who were versed in a free-form noise dialect that went beyond the free jazz movement to higher and more unsettling places. Where Fushitsusha fit into the spectrum of rock, noise, and avant-garde could be pondered for hours. The conclusion, in most cases, could only be that they are a phenomenon of an incredibly creative force in leader Keiji Haino, who has forged some of the most magnificent avant-garde recordings of the '90s seemingly out of blood, sweat, and tears. As a solo performer, he has such an extraordinary and singular approach one could only compare him to an artist like Cecil Taylor, as his work is all-consuming, brutally passionate, and individual. " - Skip Jansen


"Expectations exploded, intentions fleetingly revealed, faith justified. A new album from Keiji Haino's Fushitsusha is always going to be a major event. And to make the release of Origin's Hesitation even more significant, it is the first new album from the group in almost two years, the first studio recordings by the new duo line-up, and the first Fushitsusha album on PSF since 1994's stunning Pathetique. The popular perception of Fushitsusha has usually been as a rock band, albeit one that pushed the definition of that term further than anyone had ever done before. While the group's approach has always been (and remains) rock to the core, the outside manifestation of those intentions have gradually moved further and further away from the rock framework. Shockingly, on this release, Haino takes the process to its natural conclusion and has decided to eschew the guitar entirely. In its place, nothing but the eerily empty hiss of overdriven amplification. Here Haino sings, plays drums, and conjures with spectres. Consequently, the sound palette is starker, and Haino's intentions plainer than they have ever been before. The no overdubs policy remains, though both Haino and bassist Ozawa work with realtime loops. The unique dynamic hallmarks of the group are preserved, the focus on individual sounds and their interaction underlined. Attack, duration, beginnings and endings all merge into one heartrending, emotionally eternal present. This is a hugely important, hauntingly insistent, spectral blast of a record. Quite simply and beyond any doubts, one of the releases of the year." - Alan Cummings

Two Exist

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Last Exit - Cassette Recordings '87


Still live, still pumping big-time improvised noise wail. This one features a take of Jimmy Reed's "Big Boss Man" that sounds like no other version you've ever heard. This is mighty powerful stuff, and those a tad squeamish when it comes to full-bore noisemaking and improvised energy should explore this record only with proper supervision. There's no telling what will happen if you're left alone with these guys for any length of time.- John Dougan

More sonic destruction from perhaps the loudest free jazz group of all.

My Balls, Your Chin

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Electric Masada at John Zorn's 50th Birthday Celebration



For whatever reason, what Miles Davis accomplished with Bitches Brew - arguably the album that put fusion on the map - has never been matched and has rarely been emulated. Fusion and various forms of jazz-rock abound thanks to Miles and other pioneering artists, but the sounds and textures of Bitches Brew remain nearly unique - fusion artists took different directions and, for whatever reason, ended up sounding more directly derived from groups like Mahavishnu Orchestra than the free-form, spacious Bitches Brew-era Miles.

John Zorn's Electric Masada, here recorded at a gig in New York, is one of the few fusion groups that actually sounds a lot like Miles circa Bitches Brew. The group takes seven Masada compositions and turns them into raging, energetic beasts. "Idalah-abal", from Alef, here becomes a ferocious number with Marc Ribot's guitar jamming on an anchoring riff while Zorn flails away at his saxophone. "Hadasha" is the most Bitches Brew-like number, what with Ribot's wah-wah guitar, Zorn's more controlled blowing, and an open, spacious texture. The performances are inspired and inspiring; fitting for the occasion, part of Zorn's massive 50th birthday bash in New York.

Throughout it all, the percussion holds the group together and provides a consistently interesting and controlled backdrop to the sometimes chaotic improvisation (particularly by Zorn and electronics whiz Ikue Mori). With two drummers and a percussionist, the rhythms here are fascinating yet always groovy; for instance lending the last track, "Kisofim", a Latin shuffle kind of feel. With such a reliably interesting rhythm section, Zorn and his cohorts are free to jam into outer space. And jam they do.

If you enjoy fusion a la Bitches Brew - wide-open improvs anchored by a great groove and the occasionally rocking riff (and spiced up, once in a while, by an intensity that compares best to Naked City) - Electric Masada is one of the best things that's come along in the past decade. No exaggeration.

-Brandon Wu

The Lineup: John Zorn, Marc Ribot, Cyro Baptista, Ikue Mori, Joey Baron, Kenny Wollesen, Jamie Saft, Trevor Dunn. Not too shabby. Amazing shit.

Mazel Tov

Friday, November 7, 2008

Original Silence - The First Original Silence (2007)



Are you fucking kidding me? Original Silence are: Thurston Moore (Sonic Youth), Jim O’ Rourke (The Thing), Mats Gustafsson (The Thing), Terrie Ex (The Ex), Paal Nilssen- Love (The Thing) and Massimo Pupillo (Zu). This is an example of musicians that are fully committed to improvisation. They must be on performance-enhancing drugs because they relentlessly grab you by your senses with a sheer energy uncommon in ANY type of music. Sonic chaos. This is the real deal guys.

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Thursday, November 6, 2008

Mat Maneri - Pentagon


Son of renowned but criminally under-recorded saxophonist, pianist and microtonal composer Joe Maneri, Mat is one of the premier violinist/violists in the jazz/improv scene, playing from with everybody from Matthew Shipp and Sean Noonan to Cecil Taylor and Borah Bergman. In Pentagon he tries to expand upon the colossal sound of the 69-71 Miles ensembles with it's sensous, sundry spaciousness and use of two electric keyboards (played here by Joe, who also plays sax. and Craig Taborn). A wonderful album.

Pentagon

Circle - Circulus


We all love Chick Corea. The man played on some of Miles Davis' best albums and in the process gave us the face melting Rhodes solo on "Miles Runs the Voodoo Down". For that alone we should all be grateful. Before going on to play fusion with Return to Forever he also gave us this obscure atonal masterpiece. Accompanied by Miles collaborator Dave Holland, Barry Altschul, and a relatively unknown at the time Anthony Braxton, Corea pays tribute to modern composers like John Cage with free improvs that turn into spastic freakouts. True avant garde shit. Few people can make a piano sound like the sky is falling. Corea does it with ease. 

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