No es un nombre imaginativo, pero sí un registro imaginativo. Este trío de Rod Poole (acoustic guitar, bowed guitar), Nels Cline (acoustic guitar), y Jim McAuley (acoustic guitar) han producido un encantador e intrigante set de improvisaciones.
Grabado en Los Ángeles en el 2000, Incus Records se toma un tiempo para sacarlo, pero su venerable status como probablemente el primer sello independiente de 'run-musicos' en Gran Bretaña" les da una pequeña tregua. Y este lanzamiento, es la forma más accesible e intrínsecamente, muy hermosa, que muchos registros Incus.
Se inicia con cautela suficiente y algunas incursiones quejumbrosas, probando incursiones, pero Cline, McAuley, y Poole han tocado juntos en L.A. durante algún tiempo, y su empatía es rápidamente evidente (según Cline, que a veces hacen un acto de afinaciones antes de improvisar!) Cline, por supuesto, es uno de los grandes guitarristas en torno a este punto, un toque de luz a los 2000's.Poole era una pequeña joya, y McAuley es aparentemente un especialista en el Renacimiento y guitarra barroca clásica, pero sin esfuerzo, como en casa en esta compañia.
Es difícil elegir a los jugadores, aparte, a pesar de que se separan muy bien a través de la imagen estéreo, en caso de que haya tal cosa. En varios puntos, en realidad, recuerda las lecciones de artesanía de guitarra de Robert Fripp.
Lleno de sorpresas, este disco rara vez se queda inmóvil. Violento y brutal en algunos lugares, el trío de repente puede bloquear en patrones minimalistas imposibles, como en "MY You" o "Extinguished By Rain". Varias piezas de impulso hipnótico. Blues ocasionales se deslizan en forma incongruente, un flash corriendo en medio del zumbido de pulsos. A veces suena como un montón de hormigas decorando, otras veces como el interior de un reloj de péndulo, marcando y estrepitando cosas maravillosas.
El extraordinario final "Seventeen Step" es en efecto diecisiete minutos de largo, pero estos músicos son conscientes de cómo llenar un espacio creativo. Un registro detallado pone de relieve el sentido dinámico en la muestra.
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Not an imaginative name, but an imaginative record. This trio of Rod Poole (acoustic guitar, bowed guitar), Nels Cline (acoustic guitars), and Jim McAuley (acoustic guitars) have produced a lovely, intriguing set of improvisations. If you're thinking you like improvised acoustic guitar trios as much as the next chap, but that you're not sure you could eat a whole one, think again.
Recorded in Los Angeles, 2000, it's taken a while for Incus to get this out, but their venerable status as probably "the first independent, musician - run record company in Britain" cuts them a little slack. That, and this release, which is way more accessible and intrinsically, well, lovely than many Incus records.
It starts cautiously enough with some querulous, probing incursions, but Cline, McAuley, and Poole have played together in LA for some time, and their empathy is quickly obvious (according to Cline, they sometimes make up tunings minutes before improvising!) Cline, of course, is one of great guitar players around at this point, 2000's The Inkling being a recent highlight. Poole's earlier Iasisalbum was a small gem, and McAuley is apparently a specialist in Renaissance and Baroque classical guitar, but effortlessly at home in this company.
It's difficult to pick the players apart, though they are separated nicely across the stereo image, should you have such a thing. At several points, it actually recalls one of Robert Fripp's Guitar Craft lessons, perhaps when our Bob pops out of the room to call Toyah in for her tea or something, and the class just strrreeettch out a little while the cat's away. The timbre is the same - several acoustics locking horns (though without the overgrown harpsichord sound Guitar Craft sometimes had, thank goodness) - and the improvised melodic approach is similar too.
Chock full of surprises, this record rarely sits still. Violent and brutal in places, the trio can suddenly lock into impossibly pretty minimalist patterns, as on "My You" or "Extinguished By Rain". Several long pieces build with mesmeric momentum. The players rumbling, sawing, worrying away. The occasional bluesy slides slips in incongruously, a dashing flash of colour amidst buzzing drone-like pulses. Sometimes it sounds like a bunch of ants decorating; other times like the inside of a grandfather clock, ticking and clanging. Wonderful stuff.
The final, extraordinary "Seventeen Step" is indeed seventeen minutes long, but these musicians are aware of how to fill a space creatively. A detailed recording highlights the dynamic sense on show here, and an hour scoots by in no time.
It ends perfectly, with a satisfyingly decisive, koto-like twang.
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