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Project W
is a free-jazz trio from Seattle. They have a tape and a 7" on Apraxia,
both of which are in my possession. I was shocked how good this band is,
how they push all the right post-Braxton buttons. I approve of the alto
sax, cello, and drums trio, and just everything exactly matched all of my
requirements for good jazz. The loud bits go for the best Albert Ayler frenzy
since, well, since the last time I played Spirtitual Unity. The slower,
more intricate sections are what really grabbed me. A lot more deserves
to be said about this, especially the powerful, adventurous playing of the
sax and cello.
Nick- Opprobrium #2
Top-shelf
Seattle alto/cello/drums trio going more for the condensed-form, freely
twisting, writhing interplay complexity than extended fast-forward blowouts,
and hardly any less 'intense' (or good) for the career choice. Much more
than a sax and rhythm section, Project W have a consensual equal-prominence
membership plan riding split-toned multiphonics in a whirlwind chase
down winding roads after that special something else, they once or twice
reach overstudied cul-de-sacs, but whenever else generate head-spinning
flurries and bursts. The thought that there's a combo as amazing as this
flailing away unheralded in every American state is a nice if unrealistic
one.
Puncture Magazine
Project W is the debut long-player by a Seattle-based trio
rooted in the burly American free-jazz style pioneered by Albert Ayler;
drums, cello, and alto sax throw up an enveloping whirl of sound, although
veteran saxophonist Wally Shoup's playing also betrays familiarity with
the extended techniques of the UK's pioneering Evan Parker. The group plays
music that's like pro basketball in its brawny ballet of split-section reaction.
Bruce Greely - 5/4 Magazine
Project W's eponymous disc starts off with a bang: no introduction-just
a sheer sudden onslaught seamlessly developing into freer, fancier figures.
Amazing how tight the group can sound at times without playing unison figures-their
cohesiveness originating from much subtler, trickier depths. Certainly looking
at the transcribed notes on a page would not lead one to believe they were
even in the same room.
Also startling how they can successfully avoid playing
anything tonal or familiar or ordinary throughout the CD, though Arnold
occasionally lapses into some Monkish figures that could be called jazz-Pias,
too, determing a beat somehow.
Meanwhile Shoup, still the saxiest, coaxes every metal
nuance out of his garrulous horn. This is a fine recording to play for your
grunge-loving, heavy metal nephew or friend. Show them what's really outside-far
beyond, say, Mettalica's comparative ordinariness. |