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THE FOCUS
QUINTET
1-8 IN 1
Sachimay
sca 9357
THE
ABSTRACTIONS
Sonic Conspiracy
Edgetone
EDT 4012
Each
of these CDs features Bay area guitarist Ernesto Diaz-Infante and an improvising
female vocalist. Other than that you probably couldn't find two more different
sessions that get lumped into the experimental/improvised music category.
Putting
aside the ancient West Coast-East Coast dichotomy -- The Abstractions
hail from and recorded in San Francisco, the Focus Quintet is a New York
band -- the difference between the bands is more philosophical than musical.
Directed by Dan DeChellis on piano and keyboards and featuring guitarist
Chris Forsyth percussionist, Jeff Arnal and vocalist Anita DeChellis as
well as Diaz-Infante, the East Coast ensemble, like much of the pianist's
other work aims for that undefined area between "free jazz and art
song," as he terms it. The Left Coasters, on the other hand, who
include along with Diaz-Infante, saxophonist Rent Romus, Bob Marsh on
vibes and violin, Scott Looney on percussion and vocalist Jesse Quattro
plus a good collection of toys and odd instruments, aim to meld improvised
jazz, thrash rock, electronics and surrealistic vocal textures. Each CD
must be taken on its own terms.
Based
on interaction between vocal tones produced by soprano DeChellis and the
expansive soundfield of the four instrumentalists, 1-8 IN 1 was composed/improvised
collectively and captures some fascinating sounds that can only be described
as "pure music." But while it may seem churlish to say so, a
little of this goes a long way. Lacking dynamics, varied pacing and an
expanded sound palate, deep listening to the eight selections for a shade
fewer than 56 minutes often turns one into a clinician. You note the technique
rather than the end product.
"Body"
typified many of the instant compositions. Here DeChellis expresses herself
wordlessly in what only could be described as a little girl's voice, joined
by intermittent percussion and cymbal taps, plus a sound that could be
coins rolling on a drum head. Underscoring this is guitar string rumbling
and consecrated organ-like sounds that gradually fade into silence.
Or
take "Acknowledgements," where squeaky vocal chords compete
for aural space with internal piano rumbles then single keyboard notes
in the highest register. As the singer's breaths are expelled more as
tones or sounds, something is heard that could have been produced by ripping
paper, not to mention an extended electric guitar reverb resounding as
if it was a malfunctioning amplifier. Words too seem to exist unconnected
to phrases or sentences. As Arnal comments on the proceedings with unselected
cymbals motions and scratches, Dan DeChellis produces low-pitched octave
jumps and Diaz-Infante and Forsyth crackle, pop and clunk their guitar
strings, Anita DeChellis exhale a word that sounds like "hide"
and later spits out what could be "precious."
What
ends up by the most pleasing performance is also the one that's most sensuous,
whether by accident or design. It begins with metallic scrapes and electronic
outer space reverberations and squeaks probably produced with wetted fingers
on drum skins. Soon Diaz-Infante (probably) whispers some "ahs"
as Anita DeChellis warbles wordless falsetto lines on top of this. As
the voices circle around one another, more lovers' whispers are hard,
then the female voice articulates "kiss." There's the unmistakable
noise of a smooch, satisfied breathing, then "kick" is articulated.
Whether this is a sign of appreciation or a decision to get kinky is left
unconsummated, at least verbally, as one guitar's amp buzzes and the other
fingerpicks behind his bridge.
In
duo with Arnal and in trio settings Dan DeChellis has produced some outstanding
modern music. There is nothing musically "wrong" about this
session either. It just seems that with the range of talent on board,
there could have been more of a range of musical emotions than hushed
reverence.
If
Anita DeChellis whispers on her disc then Quattro, who is also a member
of the thrash metal group Thrash of Killers, screams. Not that a good
howl, vocally or instrumentally can't be impressive as well. It's just
that The Abstractions seems to have set up shop at the opposite sound
of the sound field to the Focus Quintet. Most tunes here are harsh, loud
-- and if you note some of the titles -- probably snotty as well. Not
only that, but with 18 separate tracks ranging from 36 seconds to more
than seven minutes, many never get a chance to develop into anything more
than the initial energy field.
Something
like "4-wheeling waste - roam about as a vagabond" (whew!) seems
to be set up as a race between Quattro's vocal and the honking, reed-biting
alto saxophone phrases of Romus, whose influences are described as "science
fiction, horror literature, improvisation, Finno-Ugric music traditions
and the inspiration of Albert Ayler." The finish line reached, the
piece just ends after little more than 11/2 minutes. The less-than--two
minutes title track suffers from this condensation as well, where saxophone
lines meet metallic shimmers from what is probably Diaz-Infante's prepared
guitar.
The
reason for that descriptive uncertainly is that the guitarist is also
listed as playing piano, radio and "broken CD player," Romus
improvises on what are called "toys" and "sounds"
as well. Meanwhile there's percussionist Scott Looney, who not only mixed
this session, but also on other discs with Romus and bassist Damon Smith,
has shown himself proficient on melodica, prepared piano and live electronics.
For example "Playground of Lost Souls - shields and arrows"
features what could be electronic-produced waves lapping against the shore,
with chainsaw-like buzzing metallic drones interruptions there to reflect
the horror movie sounding title.
Meanwhile, veteran vibist/violinist Bob Marsh, leader of the Emergency
String Quartet, whose other associates have included cellist Fred Lonberg-Holm
and clarinetist Gene Coleman, contributes on both his chosen instruments.
"The Oval Office" -- considering the range of noises, perhaps
a political comment -- features ghostly violin licks at first and concludes
with string scratches. In-between are bangs on drums and bells and what
could be the clanking of chains; squealing sax lines and tongue slaps;
pseudo bongo drum percussion and yowling cat vocals. Or consider "Telephone
- long distance," where laid-back soprano saxophone trills meet low-key
vibe shimmers until a growling electronics shriek -- probably from Diaz-Infante's
guitar -- interrupts with a discordant countermelody. Vibraphone and saxophone
tones turn sharp to counter the cacophony caused by that and the rolling
junk percussion rumbles.
Words
figure in another couple of tunes, but seems to add more befuddlement
than illumination. Stinging percussion and guitar lines frame what appear
to be sampled voices repeating simple phrases like " "bless
you child," "you can't just walk around like that" and
"just plain hungry" on the less than elegantly titled "don't
touch my shit". Yet unless we're supposed to interpret the combination
of the voices, cocktail lounge style vibes and speech-like sax obbligatos
as an auditory picture of the homeless, its purpose is moot. So too is
"If Ornette askew Contankerous (sic) Insignificant Anti cacti."
Here, while the alto saxophone advances what could be a Tin Pan Alley
standard, seconded by off-kilter piano and guitar chords, Quattro seems
to spend almost the entire five minutes of the track mumbling to herself
in a fashion popular among speed freaks and recent psycho ward residents.
Finally a percussion and sax confrontation drowns her out.
Quattro,
who maintains a membership in Mills College Contemporary Performance Ensemble,
puts her grows, cries, yodels and screeches to better use on "Dinner
with Blue Dragon @ Extending Claw Café," the longest track.
At times suggesting a rooster's crowing and at others the victim in a
slasher flick, her caterwauling lines up against trills from the saxophone,
the occasional drum paradiddle, an electronic drone and steadily enveloping
piano chords.
Dizzy
Gillespie once said that with maturity a musician learns what to leave
out, so perhaps these improvisers shouldn't be faulted for youthful excesses.
But it seems that dividing this hour plus CD into more balanced, longer,
fewer tracks may have redefined it from a dog's breakfast to at least
a palatable fast food meal. The Abstractions appear to have attempted
too much, too soon with its disc, while the Focus Quintet, lacking brighter
shades in its musical colors tried too little. Both CDs are interesting
in their ways, but mixing the approaches from both sides would have created
one more impressive product.
Hey
Diaz-Infante, is there any way you can induce your East Coast and West
Coast friends to collaborate?
--
Ken Waxman
Track
Listing: 1-8: 1. Dedicated; 2. Foreward; 3. Acknowledgements; 4. Contents;
5. List of Plates; 6. Introduction; 7. Body 8. Index
Track Listing: Sonic: 1. Outfuck; 2. Urban Gothic Hoedown; 3. H-bomb transvestite
infiltration bop; 4. Dinner with Blue Dragon @ Extending Claw Café;
5. On the hell bridge, meat market, torture process; 6. don't touch my
shit; 7. 4-wheeling waste - roam about as a vagabond.; 8. Telephone -
long distance; 9. Sonic Conspiracy; 10. If Ornette askew Contankerous
Insignificant Anti cacti; 11. hidden conversation - who's sensitive here?;
12. Playground of Lost Souls - shields and arrows; 13. The file room;
14.Your table is ready; 15. The wisperer - american pictorals; 16. Bloodsucker
Money Bugs - glyph; 17. Sodium Pentathalon - 400 loads; 18. The Oval Office
Personnel:
1-8: Dan DeChellis, piano; Ernesto Diaz-Infante, amplified acoustic guitar;
Chris Forsyth, electric guitar; Jeff Arnal, percussion; Anita DeChellis,
vocals
Personnel:
Sonic: Rent Romus, soprano and alto saxophone, toys, sounds; Ernesto Diaz-Infante,
guitar, piano, voice, radio, broken CD player; Bob Marsh, vibes, violin,
voice; Scott Looney percussion, toys; Jesse Quattro, vocals
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