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Review Most often the assumption behind the question is if it is jazz then it's good music, if it isn't then it's bad. But, as much as we all love jazz, does anyone actually think that it's the only music that is worth anything? Time to move on. Jazz criticism isn't dead, it just stinks.
To see how out of touch this question is you just have to look at the music. Recently a British arts body set out to give development grants to Britain's most promising young jazz musicians. Of the eight they chose (including two from Acoustic Ladyland), only one actually described their music as jazz. What is going on here? Musicians notoriously don't like labels but perhaps there's something more. Maybe the word jazz has become something of a millstone round a rising musician's neck. After all, who wants to play a music in which Michael Parkinson is the most powerful man?
Enter Acoustic Ladyland, part of a growing scene of jazz musicians by background, but whose music is neither jazz nor non-jazz. Post-jazz you might say. Sister band to the equally excellent Polar Bear (with whom they share three members) they're key parts of the not to be underestimated London musicians' collective F-IRE, whose DIY, 'just get out there' ethic owes much to punk.
And it seems punk is also the vital musical ingredient in this new sound too. A little bit of it goes a long way in making the scales (and chords for that matter) fall from a jazz musicians eyes. Forget about the 'tradition' - here's improvisation with an Oedipus complex. While fellow travelers like The Thing, Spaceways Inc and The Bad Plus have been exploring their own skronk versions of The White Stripes, PJ Harvey and Nirvana, Acoustic Ladyland have penned their own blistering set and in Last Chance Disco, produced the first classic of the post-jazz movement.
Song titles like "Iggy", "Nico" and "Ludwig Van Ramone" leave you in no doubt as to what's ahead and just to make the point crystal clear the first track thrashes by in less than two minutes of turbo charged call and response riffage. Sixty minutes follow of life-affirmingly dumb shrieks, stomps and power chords. Not to suggest that there's no musical interest; Tom Cawley's fender rhodes on "Iggy" darts back and forth across the barline followed by Seb Rochford's stunning drumming just as if they were playing "Inner Urge". And on "Luwdig Van Ramone", saxophonist and bandleader Pete Wareham's solo manages to connect "Baker Street" with Josh Wink's "Higher State of Consciousness". What many a po-faced purist may dismiss as mere pop music actually is full of improviser's detail.
It's a music that contains just as much of early seventies free jazzers The Trio as it does The Gang of Four. What's more, like Herbie Hancock and Miles Davis before them, they've fallen through to a whole new universe of grooves.
What really comes across when you listen to this landmark release though, is the almost palpable relief and joy of talented musicians finally letting themselves play what they secretly always wanted to. Shoplift this record, the criminal record will be worth it. --Russell Finch
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Its a truly wonderful racket these virtuosos make. The production is absolutely amazing; they've managed to create a breathtaking depth of sound that Queens of the Stoneage would be proud of. And the tunes aren't half bad, to boot. Whether it be the righteous soulful bellowing of 'Ludwig Van Ramone', or the infectious bass hook from 'Deckchair', their simplicity and directness mean they begged to be hummed repeatedly all day long. Even thrash attack 'Thing' manages to be tuneful.
Perhaps not one for the jazz purists, but whether this is jazz is a long and silly debate that I'm sure won't keep the band awake at night. 'Iggy' is pure punk, and some of the ska-tinged drumming also throws us off the jazz scent. Its simply big, loud and intriguingly scary, which only makes the balladic opening to 'Of You' (written by Wareham and his wife) all the more beautiful. Who cares what it is, its the nicest thing you can possibly do for your ears (although they probably won't like you for it).
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