Showing posts with label Jazz Fusion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jazz Fusion. Show all posts

Thursday, 26 July 2007

Top 100 Albums - #83: Heavy Weather (1977)

At number 83 is the only entry from jazz fusion pioneers Weather Report, with the album which is most consistently rated their masterpiece. Like many of the 1970s supergroups, Weather Report had already gone through their fair share of lineup permutations by the time Heavy Weather came out. The band had gradually evolved since its creation in 1971, abandoning the heavy emphasis on improvisation that had marked their initial efforts by the time of their third album, Sweetnighter (1973). After this the band moved through funk - on their breakthrough Mysterious Traveller (1974) - on to incorporating synthesisers on the follow-up Tale Spinnin' (1975), and then rock with Black Market (1976). With keyboardist Joe Zawinul and sax player Wayne Shorter the only core members, the band's line-up, particularly on the drums, constantly changed. Black Market was the first Weather Report album for bassist Jaco Pastorius; his addition would prove all the difference.

We begin with 'Birdland'. What more can be said about this legendary track? This song, about a jazz club in New York, became a jazz standard for the likes of Buddy Rich and orchestras the world over, and achieved the kind of commercial success in America matched only by the mighty Herbie Hancock. And it's easy to see why. Zawinal's genius is there from the very start, with the simple yet disticntive seven-note opening. Pastorius is loud, vibrant and highly entertaining, and the jazz drumming from Alex Acuna is precise, simplistic and subtle. Everything about this track makes it a classic, from the panache of the individual instruments to the ease and skill with which they all slot together. It's an unadulterated masterpiece.

And from one masterpiece to another. 'A Remark You Made' is more understated, quieter and not half at catchy - but, since this is jazz, that is not an issue. Whereas on 'Birdland' relied on Zawinul and Pastorius to set things off, this is from the outset Wayne Shorter's song. He plays the saxophone with unrivalled precision and passion. And all the time the rhythm section is relaxed and equally accurate - Acuna plays with an acquired gentleness and sensitivity, and Zawinul switches from the rapid chords of 'Birdland' to the slow building harmonies on here. Pastorius plays beautiful, and the whole thing has a fantastic feel to it.

On 'Teen Town', things start to rock up a bit. Pastorius was described as "the Greatest Bass Player in the World"¹ by this point - though this title was entirely self-proclaimed, he wasn't wrong. Even fans of John Entwistle are likely to sit up and take notice. Backed only by an easily executed hi-hat and snare combination, 'Jaco' runs riot, feeding Shorter and Acuna invariably and pleasantly complex phrases on the bass which become much greater than the some of their parts. At only 2:51 this hardly qualifies as an epic WR song, but it is living (and hearing) proof of the talents of the ensemble.

'Harlequin', at least to start with, shifts the focus back to Zawinul. This time on piano, he rambles and swings around the keys like a very composed lunatic, staving on Pastorius' resonating bass work in another good piece. This, however, does not have the same focus or clarity of purpose that the previous tracks had. Although Shorter's skills as a composer are not in doubt, this ends up being a little too disorganised even for jazz. Certainly Acuna's drums towards the end become way too heavy on the cymbals, so that we can make out very little else.

The bottom really plummets out through on 'Rumba Mama'. A live track, supposedly, it could almost be considered a world music track. The first half is characterised by loud shouting from Manolo Badrena in a language that this difficult to discern, intersperced only by odd and awkward-sounding drumming from Acuna. The drumming aspect continues as the shouting decreases, and like John Bonham playing samba, it's too chaotic and overcooked to work, putting a damper on the whole project.

Thankfully, the slump doesn't last and 'Palladium' fights, literally, to restore the albums fortunes. And it does a pretty good job, since all the ingredients are here - Pastorius alive and loud on bass, Shorter on form on the sax, some more restrained and thoughful percussion from Acuna. Zawinul completes the picture with some delightful and thoughtful melodies in the higher registers, completing any 'comeback' with unrepentant ease.

'Birdland' and 'A Remark You Made' both set the benchmark very high, but on 'The Juggler' Zawinul almost surpasses both to create what could be regarded as the epitome of jazz fusion - though, considering the success of 'Birdland', maybe that's a little too strong. This is a more minimalist piece, with what seems like mixed time signatures, relying on Acuna to deliver - and he does, intelligently. But this is predominantely a Zawinul vehicle - his repeating keyboard riff - first heard at about 1:16, is absolutely to die for. All the performers are at the top of their game, and the result is brilliance.

'Havona' is the album's closer, and tragically it doesn't quite live up to the very high expectations set by the previous tracks. On this occassion, the keyboards are too electro and in-your-face for it to constitute a proper jazz song - an ambitious early-80s soul number, perhaps. Shorter and Pastorius do their utmost to resurrect this song, but on this rambling, bloated occassion they act and play in vain.

Weather Report's catalogue is a rather uneven one, if investigated carefully. All four albums from Mysterious Traveller to Heavy Weather won the prestigious Album of the Year rating by jazz magazine Downbeat. However, on closer inspection a lot of this earlier output is decidely hit-and-miss, as if the band were searching for a sound. This seems even closer to the truth which we look past 1977; their follow-up, Mr. Gone (1978) was panned by Downbeat, in what became the jazz equivalent of Rolling Stone's famous review of Bob Dylan's Self-Portrait (1970) - which began with the words, "What is this shit?". Taken historically, then, it would appear that Heavy Weather is the only time when Weather Report, or at least this incarnation, hit the mark. Not only that, it set the tone for jazz just as Steely Dan had done with Pretzel Logic (1974). Heavy Weather is by no means a perfect album - but it is a very important achievement.

3.75 out of 5
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Sunday, 15 July 2007

Top 100 Albums - #90: Gaucho (1980)

Gaucho is jazz fusion duo Steely Dan's only appearance on the chart, as well as being their final album until Two Against Nature (2000).

Along with Weather Report, Steely Dan - named after the steam-powered dildo in Naked Lunch (1959) - had set the tone for jazz in America in the 1970s. While their debut Can't Buy A Thrill (1972) was criticised for being too pop-based, all their subsequent albums received critical acclaim and produced a series of hits. Each record in their catalogue seemed to push the boundaries of jazz rock back while retaining a sound unique to each album, from the bright toe-tappers on Countdown To Ecstasy (1973) to the deceptively chilled-out Aja (1977, pronounced 'Asia'). After two years of legal wrangles surrounding their record deal with MCA, Walter Becker and Donald Fagen needed a sure-fire follow-up to Aja. Having stopped touring in 1974, there was no other means to solidify their reputation just as punk was sending jazz back into the shadows.

We open with the chilled-out keyboard groove 'Babylon Sisters'. Unlike its overly laid back predecessor, you can sense the metiuculous nature of the production from the beginning. This has a very pop feel to it; all the lyrical cynicism of The Royal Scam (1976) has gone, and the chorus lyrics are very mainstream: So fine, so young/ Tell me I'm the only one. The female vocalists compliment Fagen's rather emaciated delivery very well, and the whole thing winds up very nicely.

This trend continues in the more lively 'Hey Nineteen'. The simple drumming gets your toes tapping while the soft lyrics leave you leaning back in a comfy chair and closing your eyes. Not that the music will send you asleep. The chorus soons kicks in with honky-tonk piano and lovely harmonies. The real draw of this song, however, is Becker's beautiful slide guitar work. And while the instrumental period in the middle is too long, the whole thing feels suave and sophisticated.

So does 'Glamour Profession', a song about celebrity or the fashion industry, which this time sees Becker doing some catchy strumming with saxophones crooning behind him. Fagen's vocal is more interesting here, still as flowing as on the previous tracks but with tighter vocals brought out by his accent. This is certainly the case with the chorus: I'm the one (it's a glamour profession)/ I'm the one (the L.A. concession/ Local boys spend a quarter/ Just to shine the silver bowl/ Living hard will take its toll.

From hereon in, the album is a little hit-and-miss. The title track boasts attractive sax at the start, but in this case Fagen is ill-at-ease. The lyrics are weaker and jar when sung with piano note-to-note - all great Steely Dan songs have vocals in harmony to or set against the accompaniment. On the other side of things, the female vocals on the chorus would be better if the chorus were not so meandering and the rhyming so contrived- Who is the Gaucho, amigo?/ Why is he standing in your Spanish leather poncho? doesn't have a ring to it. ('Gaucho', incidentally, is a Portugeuse word meaning a South American cowboy).

'Time Out Of Mind' restores the balance, with catchy hi-hat and piano work, as well as welcome female vocal parts to counterpoint an on-form Fagen. The rhyming is better, and though the chorus is a little enigmatic - Tonight when I chase the dragon/ The water may change to cherry wine/ And the silver will turn to gold/ Time out of mind - it's a very easy listen without being vacuous. You don't get that feeling, however, on 'My Rival'. Though the female parts are attractive to listen to and are in themselves quite catchy, the staccato plucking jars with the drawn-out organ parts. Fagen seems to straining at the vocal chords without achieving much, and for all the jazzy-blues guitar overlayed towards the end, it is found wanting.

Thankfully, 'Third World Man' provides the ideal closer to the album. It has some of the pair's best lyrics since 'Kid Charlemagne' on The Royal Scam, with Fagen's voice ideally suited to the title phrase. The opening lines set the enigmatic tone, but it is the chorus which really draws out the quality of their songwriting - Soon, you'll throw down your disguise/ We'll see behind those bright eyes/ By and by, when the sidewalks are safe/ For the little guys. 'Third World Man' also has one of the great instrumental riffs of the Dan's career; it comes in first at about 1:45 and sticks in your mind so that you want to hear it again almost immediately.

Gaucho may come across as a gasping last hurrah when considered historically alongside its predecessors. But if anything it marks the culmination of a successful and pioneering career; considering the changes in musical tastes, it was definitely the right time to bow out. Taken outside of history for the moment, Gaucho is a relaxing, suave and thoroughly charming record which builds on the strengths of Aja. It's uneven, make no mistake, because being Steely Dan it is experimental and not all experiments work - indeed there is a lot wrong with some of the pieces. But while it may lack the political and lyrical bite of its predecessors, Gaucho serves as a worthwhile testament to these two remarkable musicians.

3.71 out of 5