on 24 December 2004
Live, sweaty, good natured jazz from 1958 with a clean, high energy feel. Not rocket science, but addictive. Relentless forward motion from a chunky, down to earth rhythmn section (actually Art Blakely on drums joined by organ bass) sets an enveloping backdrop for vibrant, unfussy solos on sax, guitar and Jimmy's hammond. The latter really is something else, mixing fabulous skronky chord bashes with mind boggling shredding. As is often the case with this sort of thing, the recording from what sounds like a tiny basement shames many modern efforts and oozes atmosphere.
on 21 November 2011
Maybe the title was meant to be ironic.? As I loath jazz, well - most of it I'm utterly unsuited to comment on the quality of the music. What I can tell is that if there's any BLUES here, however tenuous or marginal the connection is, it sure isn't apparent to me. So, a mean 1 star out of 5 only because of the deliberately misleading title. Am I annoyed? Yes, I certainly am!