Showing posts with label Weather Report. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Weather Report. Show all posts

26/09/2015

Birds of Fire - Mahavishnu Orchestra

Track list:

1. Birds Of Fire
2. Miles Beyond
3. Celestial Terrestrial Commuters
4. Sapphire Bullets Of Pure Love
5. Thousand Island Park
6. Hope
7. One Word
8. Sanctuary
9. Open Country Joy
10. Resolution

Running time: 40 minutes
Released: 1972
Random Jazz time. This came in the same big box of jazz classics that yielded albums by Weather Report and Clifford Brown that I have already listened to. I know sod all about it other than it falls into fusion. Could be good, could be terrible... only one way to find out.

This is a mixture of some very long and other very short tracks, some may drag whilst there is a blink and you miss it to others. An odd combination, but that pretty much sums fusion up, eh? The first track combines a gong or cymbal clashes with a prog-like guitar lead and loop, but quickly devolves down to a complete mess - none of the constituent parts being bad per se, but it is clear that they should not have been combined together. Just when I thought it could not add more elements, strings of some sort appear briefly, before vanishing. Too much is the simple summary, and I find myself distinctly not caring.

So, not the strongest start. It's Saturday, late afternoon. I should have dragged myself out gardening today but the energy and the will to tackle overgrown grass, unsupported rose stems and too many weeds to count is not there yet. Hopefully tomorrow - since it is supposed to stay dry. Miles Beyond takes a bit of time to come to life, but is immediately more promising than my first exposure (apparently I had never listened to any of these tracks before; per LastFM I had no scrobbles of Mahavishnu Orchestra prior to this post). This tune is more melodic, and the elements all seem to actually relate to each other this time, which is a plus point! There's a bit of a bum note with a drum solo, leading into guitar solos though, and what had been a nice build up culminates instead in a worthless hodge-podge of sound.

That seems to be this orchestra's (hah!) modus operandi. Too much sensory overload, not funky enough to be funk and not crafted well enough for me to appreciate it as jazz. It is all in stark contrast to The Cinematic Orchestra, whose contemporary jazz (well, I guess its mostly noughties jazz now, right?) is carefully considered.  As I type that, two quick tunes have disappeared, and Thousand Island Park is playing; this is better - a Latin guitar inspired number it manages to stay well away from the OTT-ness of the material that preceded it. Not exactly a diamond in the rough, but a small value coin, at least.

Hope is fleeting, though. By that I mean the track is less than two minutes. At this point I don't really have any hope that the second half of the disc (in terms of tunes, not time - still most of that left) will be better. One Word is the true centrepiece of this album, comprising 25% of its length. It starts well enough and despite my scepticism I feel that if the excesses of earlier tracks are kept in check there could be a good tune here. However I really don't feel it is likely and we'll have to get well past the half way point before I begin to believe in any positive signs. That said, there's a really nice bass on this, a snappy rhythm. A solid platform to build from, and at 4 minutes in the track has matured alright. The weird modulated sounds that then pick up what passes as a tune are, alas, harbingers of less interesting bits and pieces from earlier, though in credit there is the fact that here there is generally only one in action at a time.

Drum solos. Have I said how much I dislike them? I can only think of one that I credit in any sense on record - in Limp, by Fiona Apple (which will appear here in, oh... 10 years or so at current pace!). I can see them being effective in a live performance, but for home listening they generally signify lifeless stretches of the recording. I suspect they only even exist as a thing because of the ridiculous "every sucker needs a solo" thing that jazz carried for so long. Again, in a live music environment, where individuals needed to show their skills to ensure work it made some sense, but it just doesn't by the time you are talking about established bands playing together regularly and selling records. Anyhow, the epic long piece has ended, and the feared over-stimulation never arrived, and despite the grumpy tone of this paragraph I think it is probably the best thing on the playlist so far. Better too than what follows immediately in its wake. There is more sense of time and space about Sanctuary - suitable for the title, but the track is lifeless along with it, sterile and boring, and seeming to last forever though what came before was twice its length.

The last couple of tracks then. Open Country Joy certainly conveys the open and joy parts of the title well enough, but I struggle to see the country, despite the employment of a fiddle. The first phase dies out and then we get a groovy guitar picking up proceedings. It falls very flat for me until that line dies, replaced by the fiddle and a high pitched tinkly keyboard picking up the joyful sense again. A real pity - take out the ham-fisted attempt at being something else in the centre of this tune and I would like it a lot more, but as it is... no thanks. The final number is also promising to start... a thrumming, dangerous feel to the tempo with the repeated bass and beats combining to set a nice stage. The track grows nicely too - they saved the best for last. Best by quite some margin - even though the pieces repeat they never grow old. The end of the track introduces a little light, which probably wasn't needed, but its a small slip up in what was otherwise a great and unexpected close. Overall, I found this poor, but a handful of enjoyable tracks rescue it from being a complete waste.

24/08/2014

8:30 - Weather Report

Track List:

1. Black Market
2. Teen Town
3. A Remark You Made
4. Slang
5. In A Silent Way
6. Birdland
7. Thanks For The Memory
8. Badia/Boogie Woogie Waltz Medley
9. 8:30
10. Brown Street
11. The Orphan
12. Sightseeing

Runtime: 71 minutes
Released: 1979
The first album in this library released before I was born, and a primarily live one to boot. My copy (which came in a big bundle of jazz remasters) seems to be missing Scarlett Woman. That might be to do with total running time and getting the album onto a CD but it seems a little odd.

I have hardly listened to any off the jazz discs I got in the collection when I picked this up, and that is remiss of me. However I feel that a lot of older music does not really stand up under a modern appreciation: only the best media transcends its time and we see that with badly dated films all the time. Black Market's spangly sound makes me think that I might be right to worry for this.,  Fusion is nothing if not of its time. A specific reaction to and progression from the jazz and electric roots it draws from. As I type, I seem to have encountered the obligatory saxophone solo. I hate the culture of "every player needs their solo" that seems pervasive in jazz; often it will strike in the middle of what is otherwise a fantastic collective piece and (for me) completely ruin the mood. It doesn't seem from first impressions that Weather Report left that staple out. Darn it.

I am noticing that long tracks make this enterprise harder. They are great when you get into them and lose yourself in 9 minutes of musical magic, because the time flies by before you notice. However when their impression is not so strong, and I am trying to actively listen, capture and comment, I find myself with an awful lot of time to think about what I am writing... which probably makes the result less organic and less interesting. I quite like Teen Town though. It is funky enough to keep me nodding my head and look forward to the listens of Stanley Clarke albums later should I keep going to "S" (that will be years away if so). It is also busy enough over the bass to draw me in. Do like.

I do not remember where I got my start in jazz. I remember my parents had Brubeck's Time Out (also due to appear much later in the billing) and I think i must have fallen for it then. Miles Davis cemented it; Kind of Blue appeared on so many seminal album lists that I picked up a copy in my teens and my jazz library grew from there. I find it interesting that I managed to do this, because in many ways jazz suffers from the same problems as classical in terms of accessibility and good purchasing decisions go - a direct result of the lack of mainstream media attention. I struggle to find new interesting jazz purchases to this day, but yet I managed to build up a reasonable library of stuff - from classics to contemporaries, though admittedly the odd box set (like this came in) helped there.

I like that A Remark You Made changes the tone completely - slower, softer, smoother. It is not in itself massively interesting, but it speaks to variation which is a positive. Slang is back to the funkier end of things but in a sparse kind of way that I can approve of. The album is growing on me.


As I try to sit back with my beer (Hook Norton Brewery's Twelve Days - their Christmas ale, but apparently my case will not keep long enough!) and listen, my mind wanders... today should have been a day of social gaming... online Bloodbowl in the league I play in followed by in person boardgames. They both fell through and I'm not too sad about that. Instead I got to play some more Divinity: Original Sin co-op with a friend, and whilst the game is getting more frustrating (imitating all sorts of bad GMing) it's good to spend time with T before I go see him in Stockholm in a couple of weeks; its 10 years since we last met up. Also been X-Comming again just days after I threw my controller in disgust. PC is less prone to suddenly putting me somewhere I did not want to be. I mention all this, because it is also what freed me up to do this listen; had I been out this afternoon as originally planned, I doubt I would be here with a pre-dinner drink to pay attention to this album which I am definitely now liking more than I was expecting to. Sure, some of the sounds are a little cheesy for a 2014 ear but there is love there... you can hear it in the crowd's applause.

I have hit a slow number. I wish I had a snack; I have not yet eaten this evening and the sedate pace of the current work has me thinking about dinner... chorizo burgers, tender-stem broccoli and whatever else I can scrape together to go with. I'm running low on food choices; with a west-facing kitchen it is not pleasant cooking in the full evening sun (a problem that will go away soon, now the evenings are shortening noticeably) so I have taken to sandwiches and the like. I am out of bread though, and in need of a proper meal. Shopping can wait; I have enough to cobble up a tasty accompaniment. The middle of this disc is a little here-and-there, a bit of this, bit of that. It does not feel like it hangs together well.

Wow. The title track starts oddly - a pastiche of folk music, a radio announcer with a British accent and a noisy mess - before it gives way to something more recognisable and reasonable, only to end before it really began. Man, the 70s must have been weird.

I am in the home straight now - Brown Street is the last long one. Pleasant enough I guess, but the bass/percussion combo puts me in mind of a bored wedding disco band rather than musicians enjoying their jobs. Cross that with a hint of pre-Faltermeyer synth heroics (seriously, it is only a step away from Beverley Hills Cop in places, or is that me projecting?) and it leaves me confused. I have to say that (hyperbolically speaking) what sounds like synth-derived steel drums is probably one of the worst sins of the electronic age. I am into the non-live tracks and they have less energy than the live ones. I think I am ready for the listen to end before the disc has run out... I have dinner to get, after all.

Here we go then, last track. Sightseeing should, generally, be a pleasant experience and, for me, a sedate one. The track is not sedate enough for the name. I do not really have any more to add, and now neither do Weather Report... so we meander to an unfulfilling end, just like the album. Seriously - go listen to Sightseeing then tell me you think that is a good end to an hour-plus long ouevre.