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Michael Gibbs - Tanglewood 63 (1971)


This is flawed music. At Those moments when the fusion works, a beauty of both depth and proportion results. But Gibbs, as many of the composers who walk the line between jazz and more formal musics, appears often unable to keep his overall vision of a work in focus.

All too often, valuable motive material is allowed either to lapse undeveloped, as in Tanglewood, or to dissipate itself in extension across greater lenght than its content allows.

Tanglewood begins with great promise, Pyne's trombone introducing a theme which strongly evokes the pastoral setting of western Massachusetts in summer. The brass are all sunlight and clear mornings, the forward motion spirited and irresistible. But somewhere in the round of extended solos which follows  - Lowther's lyricism begin a standout - the thread is dropped. The piece ends inconclusively in the bleastings of Robert's tenor, as though Gibbs had been unable to make up his mind how to resolve it, or had somehow lost the central idea with which he began.

After the meaningless bombast of Fanfare, cello and strummed guitar evoke a hauntinngly melodic frame of reference for Sojourn. But that is all it is; the content remains essentially static, is extended rather than actually developed, and finally slips away into directionless twitterings by the reeds. Again, promise unfulfilled.

It is only with Canticle, commissioned for a July, 1970, concert at Canterbury cathedral, that Gibbs introduces, develops and sustains a coherent pronoucement. In and elusive, yet effective way, it seizes the Dasein of the church, on both physical and symbolic planes. It is a work of expansive, brooding beauty, fitfully lit in the blues and reds of stained glass. In its structual balance and very tonal relevance it must be counted a major work, one on which Gibbs can be judged. Favourably so.

The set ends disappointingly with Five, a jazz-rock excursion for Spedding which struck me as a pointlessly repetitive bit of spacefilling, coarse after the majesty of Canticle.

Gibbs will achieve in time the balance and consistency of focus which are the hallmarks of a major composer. If there was any doubt before that he is certain to grow into such stature, Canticle should be enough to dispel it. For that work alone, this is a record to own.

Collective personnel:
  • Ken Wheeler, Henry Lowther, Harry Beckett, Nigel Carter - trumpet, fluegelhorn
  • Chris Pyne, David Horler, Malcolm Griffiths - trombone
  • Dick Hart, Alfie Reece - tuba
  • John Surman, Alan Skidmore, Tony Roberts, Stan Sulzmann, Brian Smith - reeds
  • Chris Spedding - guitar
  • Mick Pyne, John Taylor, Gordon Beck - keyboards
  • Frank Ricotti - vibraphone, percussion
  • Roy Babbington - bass guitar, bass
  • Jeff Clyne - bass
  • John Marshall, Clive Thacker - drums
  • Tony Gilbert, Michael Rennie, Hugh Bean, George French, Bill Armon, Raymond Moseley, Geoff Wakefield - violin
  • Fred Alexander, Alan Ford - cello
  • Michael Gibbs - arranger, conductor

4 komentarze:

Ankh pisze...

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Barabbovich pisze...

Rare! and what a line-up! Thanks a lot

rev.b pisze...

Except for Sun Ra, I usually walk away from big band stuff, but it's hard to turn away with a line up like this! Certainly worh a listen. Thx for broadening my scope.

saomusubi pisze...

Excellent, many thanks!

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