By Chaz Kangas
By Katherine Turman
By Phillip Mlynar
By Harley Oliver Brown
By Abdullah "T Kid" Saeed
By Matt Caputo
By Devon Maloney
By Chris Chafin
Sometimes they switch to tarogato and bouzouki, even bring in a guest cimbalom player, but these Hungarians aren't folkies. Their folklore is just part of a good Communist education, like the classics. In this context, leader Mihaly Borbely, who also plays in the folk group Vujisics, sounds as clear and spacious on soprano sax as Jan Garbarek. And his bouzouki player spends far more time on a guitar he deploys with the studied eclecticism of Bill Frisell. A MINUS
The klezmer one expects of a violinist on John Zorn's label is just one of many touchstones of this transworld jazz. Hints of India and Brazil also appear, but she's rooted only in the sound of her group. Over Myra Melford's harmonium, Scheinman's violin and Russ Johnson's muted trumpet build up thick layers of sound. And when Melford switches to piano, the options become more rhythmic. That's what Scheinman sees in the world: options. A MINUS
As the jazz scene developed in Poland in the '60s, Stanko filled a role similar to Kenny Wheeler's in the U.K.: Although he was most often heard in avant-garde contexts, his own records were so modestly attired that he sounded normal and accessible even if he didn't fall into any recognizable stylistic nook. Now in his own sixties, he's attracted what's always described as his "young Polish quartet" (like Jan Lukasiewicz's "Polish Notation," an attempt to avoid the namesin this case Wasilewski, Kurkiewicz, and Miskiewicz). Like their debut, The Soul of Things, this is built from series of non-obvious variations, and takes a while to come into focus. Think of them as settings for the gemlike clarity of Stanko's trumpet. A MINUS
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Gardenias for Lady Day
Carter looks good in his retro suits, and deploys his many saxophones with the same aplomb as he shows in selecting his ties. He put together a dream quartet for what could have been The Real Quietstorm IIJohn Hicks, Peter Washington, Victor Lewis. But with him newly signed to Columbia, you can imagine the helpful hints from company bigwigs: loved that Django tribute, wouldn't Billie Holiday be a nice follow-up (especially given our catalog)? And strings, didn't Billie do an album with strings? And you could freak out a bit on "Strange Fruit," so everyone understands the horrors of lynching. And hey, we just saw this new singer who does Bessie Smith. How else do you get a mess like this? Eight songs, only half even vaguely associated with Holiday; strings that would gag Charlie Parker; excited vocals by an Ella wannabe. Only when the quartet plays unencumbered do you get an idea of how much talent is wasted here. B MINUS
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