Sunman
(Rufus 062)
Reviewed
by John Shand/The Sydney Morning Herald, Saturday,
March 24, 2001
This is one Icarus whose
wings are not endangered.
One of the more arrant pieces of nonsense about jazz is
that achieving a personal voice on one's instrument and
having original things to say are attributes that may be
attained only after years of immersing oneself in the music
of the greats; anyone who leaps straight out of the musical
womb with pretensions to originality is a fake.
Across the arts, of course, there are those who come
up with something of their own, fully formed, at an early
age, others who take time to find what they wish to. Say.
Two examples of the former on the Sydney jazz scene would
be guitarist James Muller and saxophonist Andrew Robson.
Robson's second album is a phenomenally mature work in
both conception and execution. In part, this is due to
working with such hugely experienced collaborators as bassist
Steve Elphick and drummer Hamish Stuart, but primarily
it is because Robson simply sounds like no-one else as
he offers ideas of rampant beauty that are unburdened with
intellectual inhibitions.
The combination of earthiness, emotional directness and
grace is as ancient as it is futuristic. Above all, it
seems natural: something a human would inevitably do with
a saxophone. Sound has much to do with this. Most alto
saxophonists make a piping, piercing noise. As well as
exploiting this possibility, Robson achieves a richness
- a munificence - across the range of the horn. The melodies
themselves can have a flight-of-fancy lightness about them
while being loaded with compelling expressiveness.
Elphick always opts for the right rather than the clever
option. His solo on the sprightly Five Will Get You Ten
typifies the commonality of his approach with Robson's,
the seemingly playful lines suddenly acquiring unforeseen
emotional weight.
Stuart, always a drummer to make the music feel good,
has become ever more adept at also letting it breathe,
at opening up options rather than closing them down. He
finds imaginative solutions to the complete gamut, from
the somber Chant to the dizzy swing of Spin.
The recorded jazz coming out of New York
is seldom on this level.