It’s not often that Cecil Taylor is outdone, but I think his band outdoes him here. The duets and drum solo that open the album are the highlights for me, though the rest ain’t too shabby either.
A grab bag of stuff that doesn’t seem to belong together on one album. But it’s interesting nonetheless. “Jumpin’ Punkins” is the most intriguing because it’s a full-on Ellingtonian piece, and Taylor plays strange yet oddly fitting comping.
Cecil Taylor solo, live, in peak form. Similar to Silent Tongues, and though Silent Tongues may be the better of the two, this one is fantastic nonetheless. Cecil’s playing is more precise and focused here, though on the other it is more dynamic. I recommend both.
The Swan Silvertones’ over five decade existence can be broken down into about four periods. The first period is their early period from formation in 1938 through 1951, roughly encompassing their time recording for King Records, when they were searching to find their style beyond “jubilee” gospel. During this time they didn’t really have a sympathetic record label to record them, so today we have to just guess what they would have sounded like live. Some surviving notes suggest that the band was holding some of their better material and arrangements in reserve until they found a more willing label to record them. Nonetheless, they had some mild success in this early period, but probably not a tremendous amount on a national scale. The second period is 1951 through the later years of the 1950s. I consider this the classic period of the Swans, when they firmly established their own unique style of “hard gospel”. They were recording for Specialty Records. While Specialty gave them essentially complete creative control in picking arrangements and songs, it seems Specialty didn’t do that much for the group in terms of promoting them and releasing in a timely fashion what had been recorded. During this time they recorded some all-time greats. While I think the group was gaining a reputation, they probably weren’t getting as much exposure through their recordings as they deserved. The third period, and the one that probably brought the group the most commercial success, was when they moved to Vee-Jay records at the end of the 1950s. On Vee-Jay, they added instrumental backing for more or less the first time — previous recordings were mostly a cappella and generally included only minimal percussion accompaniment. They also were releasing full-length LPs of new material for the first time. In this phase, the group was expanding upon the stylistic ideas they had previously developed. Things were going very well, but then Vee-Jay closed down in 1965. They switched over to HOB records, but the group’s long-time leader Rev. Claude Jeter left in 1966. The group continued though. They recorded more for HOB. Starting in 1968, HOB albums were distributed by Scepter Records, but Scepter shut down in 1976 at which time the group switched over to record material for Savoy Records, with longtime manager John Myles departing. In these later years, particularly on Savoy when Louis Johnson took over leadership of the group, they had what has been described as a “seventies gospel” style. This post-Vee-Jay period is the fourth and final period of The Swans’ existence — though the Savoy years could perhaps be viewed separate from the HOB years. Finding albums from this last period can be incredibly difficult, as even discographies covering this period can be hard to find, much less copies of the LPs, most of which have never been re-released on CD in full as of this writing. If anything, the band kept moving in a direction that bore little connection to any of their earlier periods. In some respects, this is the least rewarding period, and that probably goes a long way towards explaining the lack of reissues and willful amnesia among fans and critics. I don’t want to make this period sound like it’s consistently terrible, because these recordings were still well-crafted, just not always very stylistically rich or ambitious. Claude Jeter supposedly came back a few times through the 1980s and early 1990s for live appearances.
That brings me to Great Camp Meeting. This was released on HOB records originally, and did manage to earn a CD reissue. The album represents the peak of the increasingly rock and soul oriented sound the group first suggested with Blessed Assurance and continued into the 1970s with generally diminishing results. When Rev. Claude Jeter left the group, he was replaced by essentially an imitator in new lead singer Carl Davis. It seems like Davis is present on material here like “Little Wooden Church,” where his vocal similarity to Jeter is striking. However, it’s clear that the group is under new leadership (with John Myles in control). A lot of the material here also seems less elaborate than Swan Silvertones recordings from just a few years earlier. The best stuff on the album tends to be the songs with simple, up-tempo instrumentals and Louis Johnson clearly taking the lead on vocals, with his voice swinging back and forth between gravelly shouting and smoother crooning. “Can’t Do Nothing” is one of those, with one of the most grooving, driving beats you’ll find anywhere in The Swans’ catalog. It’s probably my favorite cut from the post-Jeter era. The version of “This Little Light of Mine” here is also really propulsive, one of the best versions of the songs I’ve yet heard, with an intense beat that shows clear signs that soul music was a vital force in popular music at the time. Also really good here are a few of the songs like “It’s Good to Be Saved” with Johnson slowly sermonizing over driving backing harmonies, and “Stand Up and Testify” with Paul Owens delivering some slow, jazzed-out lead vocals.
The kind of offhand, inviting, casual feel of so much of this stuff has really hooked me. There is plenty of good stuff here, and what makes it good is a world apart from what made earlier Swan Silvertones albums good. This may be my favorite Swan Silvertones album of the post-Vee-Jay years, and it might just be one of the group’s best albums period. It feels just a little rough around the edges, but that’s exactly what I like about it.
Back in the early 1990s heyday of “grunge” and “alternative rock” that cracked into mainstream airplay, The Afghan Whigs were in the cadre of the most well-known rock bands. Gentlemen was ubiquitous. I must admit to having known about it, but never bothering with it until a full two decades later. Looking back at it, I can’t really say this is my thing. The subject matter inhabits a place that seems a little too juvenile for me to relate to today, but I can still respect what the group achieves here. Greg Dulli’s vocals achieve a kind of burning torment that encapsulates much of what they were about. Yet the group’s real strength was how they blended together so much of what was in the air at the time. The iconoclastic jazz musician and composer Anthony Braxton has theorized that there are three types of musicians: restructuralists (who come up with new ways of thinking), stylists (who expand upon the restructuralists’ new ways of thinking), and traditionalists (who operate within a defined space). By that account The Afghan Whigs were stylists. Frankly, they weren’t the most proficient musicians by this evidence. But bits of this recall everything from alternative hard rock (Smashing Pumpkins), to Seattle grunge (Nirvana, Pearl Jam), to lo-fi rock (Pavement, Dinosaur Jr.), to funky party rock (Red Hot Chili Peppers), to britpop (Pulp, Suede, Blur). They even occasionally adopt the kind of off-key vocals that would come to dominate “indie rock” a decade later. The result comes across like more than the sum of its parts, just because it seems to carry on from beginning to end without ever running out of new bits and pieces to assimilate. This may be a period piece of sorts, but it’s one that perhaps endures because of a slight sense that its hardly more than a garage rock experiment that worked out in spite of the odds.
R.H. Harris of The Soul Stirrers was the Louis Armstrong of gospel music. He is credited by many as being the first significant singer in gospel “quartet” music to break away from the “flatfooted” jubilee style and provide lead vocals that could roam over the top of the backing vocals, simultaneously adding rhythmic syncopation and melodic flourishes. In other words, he helped create space in gospel music for dynamic soloists just like Armstrong did for jazz. He, like Armstrong, wasn’t the only person doing his kind of thing, but he did it more effectively and consistently than anyone else. His style of lead singing opened the door for gospel “quartets” to include more than four singers, with multiple lead vocalists switching back and forth. And Harris was a force to be reckoned with. His twangy, slightly nasal voice leaps out and commands attention. He employed melisma to add an emotional kick to each and every song, but unlike the scores of perhaps unwitting imitators you hear all over the place decades later on American Idol or whatever, there is substance and disciplined restraint when that effect is used here. It sounds fantastic, and it gets better with each repeated listen.
He’s My Rock may be the most extensive collection of pre-Sam Cooke Soul Stirrers recordings yet assembled. The material here comes from around 1939 or 1940 through 1948. The sound is pretty good for transfers from old 78s, and the liner notes are as good as you’ll find, with recording dates and personnel actually listed for everything along with songwriting attribution for most of the selections. The group sounds great here, and song after song features exquisitely crafted vocal harmonies. Their attention to detail is extraordinary. This may be due in part to how late in the Soul Stirrers’ existence these “early” recordings were made. The Soul Stirrers had been around since the 1920s. Apart from some Library of Congress recordings, they didn’t really record much until the 1940s. So don’t be surprised if you hear earlier recordings by other groups–like the Ink Spots–and mistakenly think The Soul Stirrers took influence from them instead of the other way around. The Soul Stirrers placed so little emphasis on recording for such a long time, that their musical innovations had become well known in some circles long before they recorded any songs reflecting those innovations. When they finally did make recordings, the material was quite polished and refined. So it all sounds great.
Even with their many innovations, the early Soul Stirrers were still tied to the long-popular “jubilee” style, and they featured a decidedly slow-paced approach that you could link back to Victorian-era folk music. Probably due to that fact, listening to a lot of these early recordings together it becomes clear that The Soul Stirrers rarely strayed from demure, homophonic stylings in constructing the backing harmonies. If you aren’t prepared for that, and expect a more modern sound, like the slightly harder gospel the group recorded later with Sam Cooke, this disc might sound a bit monotonous after a while. But that shouldn’t detract from the historical importance of these recordings. It certainly doesn’t take anything away from the fine lead vocals of R.H. Harris. Despite this collection representing perhaps the most influential vocal group gospel music, it probably isn’t the place to gain an introduction to gospel “quartet” music. But if you want to understand the development of gospel music, or just enjoy some great vocals, this set is invaluable.
Anthony Braxton has been a major figure in late 20th Century music and beyond. It’s fitting that his work for Arista Records has finally been comprehensively issued on CD. Although he recorded for a variety of other labels before, during and since that tenure (notably Leo Records in later years, but even including Windham Hill Records‘ subsidiary Magenta Records), it was his releases for that fledgling major label that earned him international renown. It has been a minor tragedy that so much of Anthony Braxton’s Arista material has taken so long to see re-release on CD, though it may still be some time before individual releases are available on CD aside from this pricey box set.
Describing Braxton is a difficult task, as his musical interests cover broad territory. Ostensibly he is and was a “jazz” musician. But his output on Arista showed early on that he was interested in modern composition wholly separate from the realm of the jazz tradition. Looking back, his biggest successes from this era were his efforts to cross different styles, chief among them traditional jazz, free jazz, and modern composition. Yet he stood for something more than just the man behind the curtain churning out the music on his records. It was “Braxton’s chosen arena of the independent and marginal,” as Michael Heffley’s liner notes to this box put it, that set him apart. He found ways to make his eclectic interests in smaller pleasures and out-of-the-way innovations work. And in doing so he helped set a precedent for others to keep alive music that was always something accepted only on the fringes, but was finding noticeably fewer and fewer outlets from the mid-1970s onward. He managed to redefine the terms for success for a musician in his position without compromising the integrity of his musical ideas.
While it might not be for everyone, given the generally dense and formal nature of much of the music, The Complete Arista Recordings of Anthony Braxton should provide enjoyment and rewards to anyone with at least some interest in modern jazz. Whatever a potential listener has heard of Braxton’s reputation can be ignored. In part that’s because these recordings largely pre-date his reputation. Yet it’s also because things like bright horn charts and marches on Creative Orchestra Music 1976, traditional material like “Maple Leaf Rag” on Duets 1976, the ferocity of improvisation and skill of the players throughout The Montreux / Berlin Concerts, and the boldness of For Two Pianos are all immediately recognizable and enjoyable regardless of a listener’s frame of reference. There is also a sense that Braxton had a genuine and heartfelt interest in this material, however unusual by mainstream standards, which is at least a little contagious.
This Mosaic Records set does a great job with remastering the music for CD. If it does have a fault, it’s that it indulges familiar jazz snob peculiarities in the liner notes, which focus on recording information to the general exclusion of release information. The original liner notes and cover artwork from the albums compiled here are not reproduced, and it is only with considerable effort can tracks on these CDs be matched up with the names of the LPs on which they were originally released. Nonetheless, this is an excellent set, making a fairly good entry point to Anthony Braxton’s extensive catalog, and should hopefully help preserve this vital music for the future.
I’ve never had any particular affinity for Richard Strauss, but these are decent performances. “Death and Transfiguration” is my favorite here, the rest can be a bit too melodramatic for my tastes.
The most amazing feat of Scott Walker’s later career has been to have the most unlikely popular audiences receive it so well. Since Tilt in 1995 his music has adopted experimental, operatic elements that lack the syncopation that is foundational to pop music of the rock era. The Drift added an increasingly ominous and dark tone to what already was frighteningly unique music. With Bish Bosch, Walker is flirting again with syncopation, fitfully at times, but with its programmed drum beats and proto-metal electric guitar it provides a more direct link with (fairly) contemporary pop music than anything he’s released in nearly 30 years. On top of that he’s able to pull together the resources to have orchestration on an album this “out”. Yet, he still manages to have his sense of humor felt quite directly. His previous album The Drift had surreal, absurdist lyrics like “I’ll punch a donkey in the streets of Galway” (“Jolson and Jones”) but Bish Bosch goes for a more heady mix of lowbrow phrasings with lyrics like “I’ve severed my reeking gonads/ Fed them to your shrunken face” (“SDSS1416+13B (Zercon, a Flagpole Sitter)”). To pull all these elements together in a way that holds together and finds more than scattered audiences at the fringes is no mean feat, and it’s the mark of a master that Walker has done it, again. There is definitely a brutality in the world of 2012 and Scott Walker seems to have his finger on that pulse in a way that is as unsettling and uncomfortable as the times themselves. What Bish Bosch reveals, though, is a sense of hidden value in the grotesque, an affirming quality that with a lot of effort–and with the enormous cast of players here, that’s an understatement–people have the power to reclaim the very foundation of the grotesque and create from it a new context. It’s quite telling that Walker’s approach means an engagement of the highbrow with the lowbrow, and that a gap between those audiences music be bridged. Granted, he has not won over all listeners, but in a philosophical sense, he’s re-imagining the meaning and possibilities of the path he sets out upon. It’s not just a different arrangement of the same old elements, but a bold new system of determining what is real and what is illusion. That is to say that listening to this sort of music can change how to listen to other things, and change your perception of what you have already heard. It seems the role of philosopher king suits Scott Walker well in his advancing years.