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In an era of unceasing homages and remakes, we should probably count our blessings that more classics aren't recycled in fashionable outerwear. Yet two of the most exciting developments in big band music of the past 15 years have resulted from musicians resizing their chamber-size themes: first Jimmy Heath, and now Dave Holland. The wonder of Holland's 13-piece band, as recently heard at Birdland and on his momentous new album, What Goes Around (ECM), is that the pieces don't sound reworked, even when you compare them with his small-band or solo bass versions.
Like Heath, here is a brilliant instrumentalist in midlife revealing not only a love of big band jazz, but a command of the idiom that indicates decades of (secret?) woodshedding. Unlike Heath, who began his career with an orchestra in an orchestral era, Holland has not been regularly associated with one since his student days, when he divided extracurricular time between the London Philharmonic and the Ronnie Scott house band, and doubled on electric bass, catching the attention of Miles Davis, who brought him to the U.S. in 1968. Holland appeared on the major Davis albums of the next two yearsFilles de Kilimanjaro, In a Silent Way, Bitches Brew, and several live albums that followed. Yet in leaving Davis he also left fusion, and moved toward the acoustic avant-garde, recording duets with guitarist Derek Bailey and bassist Barre Phillips and touring with Circle.
In 1972, Holland recorded Conference of the Birds (ECM), a stunning statement for that era, paving an accessible middle road that sidestepped fusion and free jazz, and portended a modern mainstream in which such fearsome players as Sam Rivers and Anthony Braxton sounded uncompromisingly at home. Constantly in demand for his gorgeous sound, upbeat swing, and sturdily inventive and melodic accompaniment, Holland managed to hold together a series of quintets. The present edition includes trombone (Robin Eubanks started with him in 1987, preceded by Julian Priester) and saxophone (Chris Potter joined two years ago, preceded by Steve Coleman and Steve Wilson) in the front line. More adventurous is his rhythm section. Holland has always avoided piano, and only rarely used other chordal instruments (briefly, guitarist Kevin Eubanks), but the 1994 addition of Steve Nelson's vibes magnified the group's spectrum and potential for interaction. Holland's bass represents clockwork dependability, while Nelson offers a free-associating commentary. Billy Kilson's drums turned up the heat; joining Holland in 1997, he offered a very different kind of percussion than predecessor Marvin Smith, supplanting jaunty meticulousness with an incendiary restlessness that can blanket the room. The quintet, as heard on last year's Not for Nothin' (ECM), is alternately light-footed and precipitous, and if it resembles no comparable group, it doesn't really resemble the orchestra either.
Although the big band stems from the quintet, mass changes everything. Holland has thoroughly ingested three axioms of orchestral jazz: There's no point in having a lot of musicians if you don't employ them to accompany and counterpunch the soloists, devise interesting harmonies for them, and play loud. What Comes Around comes alive with the volume up, the troops in battle formation, the nuances splayed (ECM makes superb use of stereo range). It's a long album (25 years ago, it would have been released as two LPs), but something is always going on. Solos are set up and closed down with ensemble passages, and rarely do players get to breathe the air of the rhythm section alonethe winds shine like colored lights, shifting from one hue to another, and the vibes are everywhere, involved in a discreet shadow game. Most surprising about the harmonies is the frequent reliance on a '40s comfort-food sound, especially in the reeds, which places the writing in an Ellingtonian tradition even while it proffers a crazed polyphonyalmost a free-jazz Dixieland.
Holland's favorite devices, which he is in danger of overdoing, are ostinatos and counterpoint, though he finds so many congenial ways to use them that it's hard to complain. Yet they distinguish this band. Holland appears to have absorbed everyonecertainly Ellington, Mingus, and Evans, but also Thad Jones's asymmetrical melodies and contrasting harmonies, and Bill Holman's contrapuntal sections and unpredictable shape-shifting. Holland's incredibly deft ostinatos, which leverage soloists and ensemble, and the proliferation of themesthere's rarely a point without a counterpointhelp define a stylistic autonomy that subsumes the borrowings. A key indication of his success is the excellence of the soloists: Chris Potter doesn't play nearly as incisively on his own recent CD; Gary Smulyan, Antonio Hart, and Josh Roseman have never sounded more imposing, and given one shot to emerge from the anonymity of section work; Mark Gross plays an alto solo on "First Snow" reminiscent of the kind of star-making turns John Handy took with Mingus in 1959he is anonymous no more.