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| Sales Rank: | 239340 (lower is better) |
| Price Used: | $10.00 |
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| Release Date: | 2003-06-01 |
| Label: | Act Music + Vision |
| UPC: | 614427941923 |
| Binding: | Audio CD |
| Published By: | Act Music + Vision |
| ASIN: | B00008RCW2 |
| Category: | Music |
This remarkable, mind-blowing disc seals the deal. From the spacey, spaced out soundscape gracing the opening cut, the Johnny Cash classic, "I Walk the Line," featuring Norah Jones's finest vocal performance on disc, a musical palette somehow skirting the precincts of Wilco, the Cowboy Junkies, Bill Frisell, and Michael Blake's Drift, to the bleak, parched Southwest sonorities of "Lonesome Road Blues," to the chilling, scary destitution somehow buoyed by the slimmest strain of hope shining through "Wafaring Stranger," to the amazingly ironic-free reading of "This Land Is Your Land," the tune scarcely recognizable until nearly the two-minute mark, then weirdly reharmonized and re-rhythmed (?) into a--gasp--waltz!!, to the jazzy, majestic, elegiac reading of "Twelve Gates to the City," a sinuous, blindingly intuitive take on the glorious precariousness of the American experiment insinuates its way into the listerner's consciousness, beguiling, hortatory, and thoroughly provacative.
Buoyed by a nimble, fluid, sophisticated band with a 10-foot-wide wacky streak, this music takes on a stunningly idiosyncratic yet thoroughly modern Americana sensibility. David Binney on sax, fast becoming one of my very favorite wind guys, consistently lends a gravitas and entirely apposite melancholly to the proceedings, topped only by the aching poignancy of the leader's wrenching guitar voicings, and the scattered samplings of mournful violin-accordian duets clashing into jaunty Jimi Hendrix/Charles Ives sensibilities. Huh?
OK, I'm way over the top here, but what I'm hoping to do is paint some kind of word picture that brands the shiveringly evocative nature of this astonishing music into readers' consciousness.
In sum, I daresay this may be the most remarkable disc I've encountered in this year of outstanding jazz releases.