On September 26, 2018, melodious mayhem erupted at a small music venue in Rome, Italy. On that infamous date, four tectonic titans of experimental free-jazz created a seismic shift of noise and atonality.
Wayne Rex, Dave Jackson, & Rich Goodson - "Out on a Limb/ Something I Can't Explain"
Many musicians when they improvise stick with their known repertoire of riffs and licks, reticent to venture out of their comfort zone for fear of ruining the groove. Not so with drummer Wayne Rex and alto saxophonist Dave Jackson. They take avant-garde jazz and push it to extremities that challenge and startle the ears with their volatile fluctuations between ferocious intensity and pensive broodiness.
Out on a Limb (which is the main album of this double album) is a colossal understatement of album titles. This sonic sprawl takes you on a tightrope across a gaping chasm where one misstep will send you falling endlessly into the bottomless void. For fear of your precious sanity, you shakily keep your balance desperate to make it to the other side.
All the while, the void below talks to you in the surreal spoken word of Rich Goodson who peels back your psyche layer by layer to reveal that at your core you are still nothing more than a frightened child, pathetic and scared, cowling in the corner haunted forever by a cruel grandmother, a cold and distant father, an unattainable ideal of masculinity.
Just as your body reaches its breaking point of balance, your next tentative step forward finds solid ground. The music has ended with a final squall of the saxophone, a final fill across the toms. The recorded applause of the audience snaps you out of your hypnagogic state. You are safe in your own skin again, and it may be a long time before you give Out on a Limb another spin. However long you wait though, the void will be waiting. The bandcamp link is below whenever you are ready to plunge back in.
Molly Tigre - “Self Titled”
(Very Special Recordings)
This mystical and legendarily funky afro-jazzed certificate of horn worship comes to us in the form of a bright yellow compact cassette bursting with vintage sounds played by classy people. Molly Tigre jumps and bumps right out of the gate, as soon as the tape lead is around the reel with Hello Bolly - a jiving and thriving jolt of instrumental conniving, punctuated with steamy drum beats and flaming flute scrollwork.
Horns are locked into place firmly over an irresistable bass groove on the track Lebanese Blood. A great brass line breaks into fantastic harmonized solo work by various saxes on Couscous Timbuktu. All the while, percussion and driving bass bid the listener to move with the music under the power of incredible voodoo magnetism. This is a thermometer-crushing heat wave of world-traveled jazz so intense and mesmerizing, you may just begin to question some things about your life.
Molly Tigre hails from New York, New York, and one can’t help but picture this music spilling out onto a city street at night, as the unbearable heat of the day is finally waning and a soft breeze is a gentle reminder what it's like to be alive outside.
Perhaps you meet your lover at this underground club where this wild quintet is blasting the hypnotic groove of Y Knot. This funky jazz soul explosion is just the kind of thing New York is famous for. Everyone is from somewhere, and they all belong. Each human in the room is lit up with hot blue, red, orange, and green lights, raising their hands in the air, all exist together as magical musical beings, bound together in unity as this polyrythmic spirit circus throws it down late into the night.