Yes, another subway picture. My short travel spree has brought me to New York. Electrical work on the E and V lines messed up my subway strategy, but I still managed to catch two shows on what’s probably my only free night.

At the Jazz Standard, I saw Go Home, the Ben Goldberg (clarinet) quartet with Charlie Hunter (guitar) and Scott Amendola (drums). Ron Miles on trumpet rounded out the band when I saw them early this year, but for these NYC shows they substituted Curtis Fowlkes on trombone.

Great stuff, as before (and now they’ve got the official CD release, on Goldberg’s BAG Production label, to show for it). It was great to see Fowlkes for the first time, but Ron Miles, who was closer to the material, played with more of a spark. Hunter really stole the show this time, spinning some tasty blues/funk lines to go with Goldberg’s complex melodies.

All four guys clearly had fun, Hunter and Amendola in particular. They would maintain eye contact while anchoring the rhythm during horn solos, both grinning devilishly and responding to each other’s cool tricks, almost daring each other to come up with new ideas.

You can get a decent BBQ dinner at the Jazz Standard, too (the Blue Smoke BBQ place is just upstairs). The pulled pork was probably going to be too much for me, so the server talked me into getting the brisket, which wasn’t on the menu. Good stuff, if you’re a meat-eater. (They also have a veggie burger with a “tomato aioli,” which I think is means ketchup.)

After catching the second inning of Game 4 through the window of a restaurant, I worked my way down to the Lower East Side and The Stone.

At least once per month, The Stone throws a rent party, a concert where the proceeds go towards keeping the place up and running amid gentrification. Tonight was one of those, but the marquee players listed on the calendar (John Zorn, Okkyung Lee, Harris Eisenstadt) weren’t present for the 10:00 p.m. set.

Instead, it was a trio of young musicians. Travis Just on computer electronics and saxophone, Kevin Farrell (formerly of Santa Rosa) on electric bass, and Kara Feely (I think) on vocals. Just and Feely work together in Object Collective.

They tried to make it less of a show and more of a community experience, chatting up the 15 or so people who were there and finding out where everyone was from. Just warned us that he was in a loud mood, and the first long improvisation was just that: big blasts of roaring electronics and massively distorted bass splatterings.  Feely contributed spoken text, reading from a U.S. history book in a rapid-fire monotone, like a 21st century chant, occasionally holding one syllable like a sung note. It was a nice surreal touch.

That was followed by “Lush Life,” where Just on sax and Farrell on less distorted bass played in spare, raspy bursts of improv while Feely sang the actual song, delivering a line or two then pausing to let the music continue. During this, she unwrapped several mystery objects that had been sitting on a table all this time, covered in duct tape.  They turned out to be random household items. Two were rocks; the sphere turned out to be a tennis ball.

I seem to always be in NYC for more “mainstream” nights at The Stone, so it was good to see something out-there performed by musicians I wasn’t familiar with.

Had I stayed through the weekend, I could have seen Vijay Iyer, Jessica Pavone, the Nublu Jazz Festival … and I’d be broke and exhausted. Maybe it’s better to be home.

KZSU playlist for Tuesday, Oct. 27, 6:00 a.m. to 9:00 a.m.

Notes:

* Taylor Ho Bynum & Spidermonkey Strings — Madeleine Dreams (Firehouse 12, 2009) … An eerie and surreal suite with sung text taken from a novel by Bynum’s sister, backed by a slow, ethereal string quartet augmented by Bynum’s cornet and a tuba. Very dreamlike in its movements, slow and gossamer with lots of sour harmonies and quiet patches. The album wraps up with the band doing a few jazz covers: Ornette Coleman (chipper, dry), Duke Ellington (old-timey strings), and Marshall Allen/Sun Ra (particularly cool, with its marching beat and Kyoko Kitamura getting spacey/free with the vocals.)

* Jacam Manricks — “Rothko” — Labyrinth (Manricks Music, 2009) … A forward-thinking album of contemporary jazz, a bit too cerebral to call “mainstream,” with Ben Monder’s guitar adding a comforting yet brainy element. It’s also got Tyshawn Sorey on drums, always a good sign. Most of the tracks will come across as “nice” to the average listener, but there are also two pieces with a small chamber orchestra, adding the drama and pull of strings and horns for some good depth. The track I picked, “Rothko,” is none of the above, a very sparse, icy piece that just floats in front of your eyes. There’s apparently a slow, slow 12-tone row going on in there, but really the piece is about atmosphere and stillness.

* Andy Milne and Benoit Delbecq — “Ice Storm” — Where Is Pannonica? (Songlines, 2009) … I remember Milne as an M-Base/Steve Coleman disciple, spinning complex 21st-century jazz (in the late ’80s) wrapped in brainy funk patterns. I’m familiar with Delbecq as a more avant-garde improviser, and as the pianist on the terrific free-jazz album Y? (Leo, 1999) by Bertrand Denzler. Not the pairing I’d expect, but they pull it off here. These are piano duet tracks, artsy but with some rhythmic flair, as on this track (one of Milne’s compositions).

* Not the Wind Not the Flag — Tintinabulum (Barnyard, 2009) … Varying between niceness, jazziness, and harsh noise, this is a single 38-minute track by Colin Fisher on guitar and Brandon Valdivia on drums. The piece starts in slowness and silence with one acoustic chord struck at long intervals, moves forwards through some more active work, and ends with a pile of electric-guitar distortion and feedback alongside crashing cymbals. Just before the loud part starts, they seem to reprise the lonely chord that started it all.

* Rent Romus‘ Lords of Outland are celebrating their 15th anniversary with a limited-edition 2-CD set combining old tracks, unreleased tracks from the past 15 years, and a newly recorded full-length album. The band has played only sporadically (such is the nature of the free jazz world, especially on the west coast) and has had a varying cast over the years, so the sound has varied quite a bit. You’ll Never Be the Same (Gert Rude, 1995) is mostly straight-up acoustic free jazz with lots of fast playing and Romus doing the two-sax trick occasionally. There’s a buzzy fierceness in there, though, which is a common tie with the newer You Can Sleep When You’re Dead (Edgetone, 2007), which is full of electronics and echoey evil vocal babble.

Some permutation of Lords of Outland will be doing a CD release show on Thursday, Oct. 29, at downtown San Francisco’s Luggage Store Gallery. Also on the bill are Eddie the Rat (cool!) and electronics/noise outfit Headboggle.

(Short version: The David Boykin Expanse was good. Tradition-based post-bop with some occasional rap and the star presence of Jim Baker and Nicole Mitchell. If you’re in Chicago, go seek Boykin out.)

Long version:

The Velvet Lounge is Fred Anderson’s club in Chicago, a neighborhood bar with cool blue walls and awesome, adventurous jazz five nights a week. Its former home was around the corner, just off East Cermak, in a run-down building; Anderson had to relocate, at considerable expense, as gentrification plans mowed that building down.

That was long before the recession. The hole from the demolition is still there, empty. But assuming the Lounge is doing OK financially, the forced move was been for the better.

The old place had character — and a multicolored floral wallpaper that screamed out like a colorblindness test — but the new location is clean and smart, without feeling out of place. Every time I’ve been there, someone’s sitting in the back with a styrofoam container from one of the nearby take-out food joints. The bartender is a blue-collar, eastern European type, very friendly and usually talking to one of the regulars in the corner. And 81-year-old Fred is still there some nights, sometimes even working the door himself.

I don’t get to Chicago often. When I do, I always try to work my schedule around a Velvet Lounge visit.

(I’d also used the Umbrella Music calendar to plan for a Elastic on Thursday night, to see Carrie Shull in what looks like an oboe-led improv quartet. I could have made the 11:00 set, I suppose, but the thought of going that far in a cab on a night like that was too much. Yes, I wussed out due to weather. It was severely stormy and, cliché or not, windy. Really, really windy.)

Friday night, I got off work in time to hit Jazz Record Mart, for better or worse — great store, tough on the pocketbook.

JRM happens to be a couple of blocks from Andy’s Jazz Club, and while I was leery of mainstream jazz in a touristy part of town, I also needed to eat, even if it meant a $10 cover. I gave it a shot.

The Moshier-Lebrun Group (quintet: sax, guitar, piano, bass, drums) wasn’t too bad. It’s what I call “contemporary jazz,” modern stuff descended from post-bebop modalism (Andrew Hill would be a good model) but with sugar, a velvet sheen that makes the music airy and, for most audiences, an easy eveningtime experience. Contemporary jazz can rock, and this group did, getting especially stormy during one guitar solo. And it does draw from worthy jazz masters like Hill and even Ornette Coleman. But it can lack grit, and its fire isn’t guttural. Still, not a bad way to spend a dinner hour.

From there, it was a quick bus ride to the South Side and the Velvet Lounge. (For the ride home, I would figure out that the Red Line is a faster, cozier trip.)

The David Boykin Expanse is a quintet led by Boykin on tenor sax and sometimes he adds rap or rap/singing. He’s got terrific MC skills, delivering supersonic rap packed with creative rhymes, and I think he even freestyled a band intro at the end of the second set.

The first piece, “Sunrise,” was a slow, reverent wail in late Coltrane mode. That would be unique in the set; from there, the band went into modern bop pieces with knotted, twisty themes that were mostly upbeat. Solos were usually taken in sequence — Boyken (tenor sax), Nicole Mitchell (flute), Jim Baker (piano), Josh Abrams (bass), drums.

Most of the songs stuck to a conventional format, with solos taking place over rhythm and harmony that pointed towards the heads but were really an improvised jam. One exception was “Omni Valley,” the closing piece, where the convoluted rhythm of the theme was retained during the solos. That was really nice, a different color.

A fill-in drummer named Avery was especially impressive with his solos. Instead of reaching directly for firepower, he’d often work in crisp, calculated off-rhythms, toying with ideas that keep the swing of the song going but divert freely from the flow (I think I heard a few cycles of 5-time in there).

(Didn’t catch Avery’s last name. Or rather, I didn’t pay enough attention because I figured I could look it up on the Velvet Lounge calendar — but it just says drummer “tba.” I lose.)

Not everything worked to perfection. Many of the solos seemed to end abruptly, although that could have been a function of me getting absorbed in the rhythm instruments, which sometimes happens. Baker, a great pianist, was having an off night. On one solo in the second set, he gave up early, his hands raising up as if to say, “What the-?” The solo was actually good, but I think he lost his train of thought, so to speak. He got a good-natured round of applause anyway.

Baker’s got a crucial role in this band, by the way; it’s in his solos that things get the most “out” and the most convoluted. Wouldn’t be the same without him.

The crowd was sparse, as often happens with venues (and music) off the beaten path. That’s a shame. I hope the Velvet Lounge is doing better on average and won’t die of neglect. On the plus side, it was good to find out I wasn’t the only audience member who didn’t already know someone from the band. One couple, in particular, was chatting up the musicians and buying CDs, which was nice to see.

KZSU playlist for Tuesday, Oct. 20, 6:00 to 9:00 a.m.

Full playlist is viewable here. Notes:

* Scott Fields — “Eh Joe” — Samuel (New World, 2009) … A sublime track that opens with fluttery sax, brushed drums, and bowed cello. The sound kind of scratches along, picking spots to make a mark while otherwise resigning to a calm flow. While the track later breaks into aggression, with growling sax, rock-sounding guitar, and even some concrete jazz moments, it’s still very different from “Not I,” which is jumpy, chaotic, and jagged. All three long tracks on here are based on Samuel Beckett plays, where Fields turned the words and stage directions into music. That includes a lot of bent inflections, particularly on Fields’ guitar, as if to emulate human speech. A very impressive concept. I’m not familiar with Beckett’s plays, but it would be interesting to correlate the moods of these pieces with the atmospheres of the plays.

* Jacob Fred Jazz Odyssey — “The Black & Crazy Blues/A Laugh for Rory” — One Day in Brooklyn (Kinnara, 2009) … JFJO added a lap steel guitarist to this album. This is the opening track, starting with a relatively sad, cowboy-bluesy sound before jumping into the, well, jumping antics you’d expect. Lots of lap steel for a country accent.

* Joel Harrison — “High Expectation Low Return” — Urban Myths (High Note, 2009) … Harrison has polished a guitar-jazz sound that’s airy but carries lots of compositional complexity. He tries out some other territory here, including the funk of “125 and Lenox” and the jumbly, fast, free-jazz of this track. It’s not as crazy as Otomo Yoshihide’s take on “Gazzelloni” (which also got played today) but it’s pretty far out for the High Note label.

* Hildegurls — “Act IV” [excerpt] — Electric Ordo Vitutum (Innova, 2009) … A remixing of spiritual choral music from Hildegard (12th century nun) with electronics, samples, noise, and solos in English. The starting source is her musical play, Ordo Vitutum, a pre-opera opera. Each of four main acts features a different female composer, in this case Elaine Kaplinsky, embellishing the original. The results combine tradition and soothing vocals with more shrill, theatrical passages; Kaplinsky’s seems to be the most booming of the four acts. Very cool idea.

* Tri-Cornered Tent Show — “Broken Toys and Black Orchids” — V/A: Mudwagon: A BlackmetalFreejazzImprov Compilation, Vol. 1 (Edgetone, 2009) … A compilation of mostly rock-minded artists from the Bay Area’s Edgetone label, although a couple of jazz-improv tracks make it here as well (Jim Ryan’s The Spirit Moves Us, for instance).

* Dan Aran — “Gul Lihibib” — Breathing (Smalls, 2009) … A nice, open-aired sound with a middle-eastern tinge (which isn’t present on every track of this album).

* The Naked Future — “We Fly Beneath and Above the Flux” — Gigantomachia (ESP-Disk, 2009) … A descending crush into chaos. It’s a free free-jazz piece, with everyone going nuts, but anchored by some precise riffs from pianist Thollem McDonas. The album overall is pretty crazy and also features bass clarinetist Arrington de Dionyso of Old Time Relijiun fame.

Meliana Gillard’s Day One is a pleasant and poppy jazz take with a small dash of fusion, courtesy of electric guitar and electric piano. It’s too “sweet” for my usual sound, but I figured I’d give it a go one time. It’s the kind of sound that I’d associate with a summer sunrise, very optimistic. …..

POP NOTES: I went overboard in adding pop songs to the mix this time. That’s just the mood I was in … Madlib’s latest is a varied mix, of course, because the base sound depends on what record he’s spinning. I went for a kind of ’70s pop-with-jazz-in-it mush track (with samples over it, of course). I enjoy fitting this kind of stuff into the show, for a modern kick. ….. The Lost Fingers are a gypsy jazz band that does ’80s pop covers. Awful old songs done in a folky eastern-European vibe, a combination that can’t help but make you smile. … Americans in France are a high-energy garage rock band, great stuff.

Early on in my obsession with Tim Berne, I learned he was heavily inspired by Julius Hemphill’s Dogon A.D. album. And I’ve longed to hear it since, to get a sense of how Berne’s career germinated. It’s like being a scientist tracing matter back to the Big Bang (except my job was a lot easier).

Problem was, Dogon A.D. is long out of print and not likely to resurface. In an interview, Berne said he’d tried once to get the rights to reissue it but was stymied. (He did manage to reissue Blue Boye, a solo Hemphill album. Berne witnessed the recording process, as he notes in this great interview on Ethan Iverson’s Do the Math.)

How quickly things change. “Dogon A.D.,” the title track, was briefly available on the Destination: OUT site (a great study aid for free jazz listeners), so I got to hear the original’s funky pulsing. And now, cover versions have emerged from Vijay Iyer and Marty Ehrlich.

How do they compare?

First, here’s the premise. “Dogon A.D.” is built on a grinding, grumpy funk riff that’s in a subtle 11 time — you don’t sense the real rhythm until you pay tight attention to the drums and realize you’re lost. That catchy riff becomes a platform for free improvising from the horns.

Ehrlich sticks close to the original formula, down to Hemphill’s lineup of sax, trumpet, cello, and drums. In fact, his whole album, Things Have Got To Change, is a Hemphill tribute, sporting three Hemphill compositions and a group of Ehrlich originals that show Hemphill’s stamp of catchy, complex funk.

Ehrlich resurrects “Dogon A.D.” with repect and gusto. He chooses a relatively relaxed arc for his own solo; rather than sandblasting (which isn’t his style anyway), he plays around with unexpected tonalities, a sideways push into new ground. Then James Zollar digs in with the trumpet, showing some polished free-jazz flash.

Iyer’s version, which had been previewable at NPR in the weeks before the Historicity album came out, has a necessarily different sound, as Iyer’s trio uses just bass and drums behind his piano. Iyer’s rolling piano solo includes his usual low-register rumblings and hard bass pumping, and lots of adventuruous, breezy work with the right hand. The bass and drums cut free from the basic riff for a good all-soloing feel, and the bass later takes over for a short, quiet, bowed solo.

But the real treat to Iyer’s “Dogon A.D.” is in the way he deals with the composed and pre-arranged parts. What was once an airy two-horn theme becomes a tense piano punchcard. And the re-emergence of the dual horns towards the end is replaced by a quiet break, where the beat continues suspensefully, followed by some hard-chorded jazzy drama and a nicely fluttering ending. Iyer’s remolded the guts of the song like clay, a prime example of the good that can come of taking new approaches to tried-and-true material.

(Note, too, that Historicity has a theme: cover songs chosen for their “disruptive quality,” as Iyer says in the liner notes. Like Ehrlich and Berne, Iyer apparently considers this a pivotal piece worth preserving and expanding upon.)

And the original? It’s still magical. Abdul Wadud’s cello holds down that 11-based riff, later twisting it into a heavy-sawing phrase that ends on a two-note chord that he lets ring, like a struck match. It’s a nice touch. Hemphill doesn’t blaze lightspeed with his solo but produces a lot of sharp corners and sudden turns, all the while pouring out a fiery, raspy sax sound, a gritty air that Ehrlich and Iyer don’t try to replicat — probably because that’s Julius, and not them. On trumpet, Baikida Carroll lets the sparks fly but also leaves a lot of white space, so that the cello part keeps on drilling into your consciousness.

A word on drumming, too, since Philip Wilson gets a nice mention in that Berne interview. Ehrlich’s take, and Iyer’s, to a smaller extent, both open with a crisp drumbeat that spells out the 11/8 pulse. Wilson, on the original, just splashes out the stressed notes for a 4-4-3 rhythm. It’s a nice sound and leaves some mystery out there as the cello riff starts asserting itself. Then again, if the other versions started that way, they’d be just copycatting. I think the difference is warranted.

The Berne interview has inspired me to try catching up on more of Hemphill’s material. That’ll be the subject of another posting, probably not for a few weeks.

Dogon A.D. remains unavailable, although you might be interested to read one of these.

The good and bad news (for me, anyway) is that I’ve got a lot of travel in the next several weeks. I’ll be in Chicago, New York, and Orlando.

What’s bad is that I’ll have to skip some of my KZSU shows in early November and, because these trips are for work, I’ll do a lot less listening to music.

The good news is that I can tap some out-of-town shows. I’ll have a night or two in Chicago — the Velvet Lounge and the Umbrella Music calendars will come in handy there. Sadly, I might have only one night to myself in New York, but it’s a doozy — The Stone is having one of its fundraising nights (meaning John Zorn will be in the house), and, conflictingly, Go Home is playing a rare clutch of shows at the Jazz Standard. (This is the band I’d been lucky enough to see in January.) Wonder if I could make it to one set of each.

Then there’s Orlando. Just … just don’t talk to me about Orlando.

The New York Times reports that David S. Ware was back on stage Thursday night, his first appearance after a life-saving kidney transplant.

The story goes through the whole mini-drama of Steven Joerg (of AUM Fidelity records) putting out his plea to fans over Ware’s situation.

The article’s short and heartwarming. The Times interviewed Ware and kidney donor Laura Mehr.

Thanks to Avant Music News and Twitterer @lynhortonmusart for pointing this out.

Oct. 13: First Tuesday morning live interview. Went off without a hitch. (That is, without a hitch that was traceable back to me. )

The subject was Aram Shelton, who had a few gigs coming up that he wanted to publicize. At the same time, this morning’s interview was a good way for me to find out what he’s up to, as far as organizing shows. He’s been a busy guy since coming here from Chicago to attend Mills College — and that’s without his Ton Trio intact, as one member’s fled to the midwest.

Here’s what he has (or had) coming up, mostly under the banner of what he’s calling the Active Music Series:

* Active Music Orchestra, a 13-piece group that has a monthly residency at The Uptown. This is particularly exciting, because the group will stay together long enough to cohere into a group, something that’s so hard to accomplish these days. They’ll be playing various group members’ compositions. Sadly, I’m a day late in telling you about this, but they’ll be back on the second Tuesday in November.

* Ton Trio will be making an appearance, with Chicago drummer Frank Rosaly, at Bluesix on Thurs., Oct. 15.

* Aram is part of the newly re-formed Go-Go Fightmaster, which has a new CD (yes!) and is playing as part of the SIMM series: Sunday, Oct. 18, at the SF Musicians’ Union Hall (116 9th St. near Mission).

Aram’s compiling a blog of his shows. Awesome title: The Last Time I Played.

I’m grateful to Aram for being my first guinea pig. Not that a morning interview is painful or anything; it’s just that Friday afternoon made for easy scheduling no matter who wanted to be on the show, whether live or via phone, whether in person or from the east coast. But when you’re talking Tuesday morning, you get interference from day jobs, sleep cycles, and kids. I sense a lot of Monday evening pre-recording sessions in my interviewing future.

Click here for the full KZSU playlist for Tuesday, October 6, 6:00 a.m. to 9:00 a.m.

So, in two weeks of doing my new Tuesday slot, I’ve found another disadvantage: I can’t find time to write up these playlist notes! Small price to pay. I’m relishing the quietude of the morning studio and the immense acres of available parking. After years of dealing with Friday afternoon crowds, it’s the promised land!

Notes:

* Klang — “No Milk” — Tea Music (Allos Documents, 2009)
… Yet another quartet from the rich Chicago free-jazz community, this time focusing on 1950s influences, primarily Jimmy Giuffre. Klang uses a vibraphone to produce a lightly upbeat sound that’s catchy but still adventurous. It’s got a sound to go with the album’s placid coffeehouse cover.

* Huun Huur Tur and Carmen Rizzo — “Mother Taiga” — Eternal (Groove House, 2009)
… Pitting throat singing with electronics. Tur is no stranger to this kind of idea, having recorded with Ry Cooder and with the Kronos Quartet. This time, the pairing results in some very nice drones.

There’s a similarly minded CD in rotation that mixes music of Hildegard with industrial electronics and various tape-manipulation tricks. Couldn’t get to that one this week, but next week…

* Lester Bowie — “Spacehead” — All the Magic (ECM, 1982)
… There was an all-star Lester Bowie tribute happening Friday (the 9th) in SF, so I took the opportunity to bring some Lester out of the vinyl collection. All the Magic (1982) is a two-album set dedicated to his mother, who’d passed away recently, and the gatefold includes pictures of Lester with school bands (formidable marching bands in uniforms, serious stuff) and of his family. It’s also got a really good photo of modern-day Lester leading one of his big bands.

The first album consists of Lester and a band, so I played one track from there. The second album is all Lester, doing solo trumpet with overdubs, so I wanted to spin one of those, too. I picked the track “Okra Influence,” because … well come on, it’s called OKRA INFLUENCE!

The tribute was something to behold, I’m sure. Roscoe Mitchell and Famadou Don Moye from the original Art Ensemble; Corey Wilkes, the guest musician who’s been Lester’s de facto successor; and Fred Ho, making a rare West Coast appearance. For old time’s sake, have a listen to an old Fresh Air interview with Lester.

Steuart Liebig & The Mentones — Angel City Dust (pfMentum, 2009)

I love that Steuart Liebig has a bar band. The Mentones not only stomp through some rocking beats, they also pair up the saxophone with a chromatic harmonica, one that gets played like an electric instrument. It’s a buzzing, flailing, bluesy good time.

But under the surface, the band is playing the same kind of complex chamber-jazz music that Liebig uses on his more “serious” albums.

Pomegranate, one of those “serious” albums, was my introduction to Liebig. He’s part of the southern California crowd that includes Vinny Golia, G.E. Stinson, Nels Cline — and Jeff Kaiser, the guy who’s kept the scene documented for the past decade on the pfMentum label.

Pomegranate consists of four long chamber pieces,
each featuring a different guest soloist. I love the mix of cerebral jazz and thoughtful composing here — especially on the Nels Cline track, which ditches all chamber-jazz pretentions and goes for a total noise freak-out. Yeah!

But back to that bar band, The Mentones. This is fun stuff that evokes images of dive bars just outside town, where the motorcycles kick up the desert dust. But with sheet music. Bill Barrett’s harmonica adds a honky-tonk touch to otherwise chamber jazz-y compositions, and then he blazes through his solos like he’s ready to throw beer bottles back at someone.

A track like “Empty” or “Locustland” manages to rock out amid complex twists and turns in the writing. “Headlock” is a great head-banger. “Wool” and “Slow Burn Fever” go for the slower, swampy tempo of a dusty 110-degree day, although the latter ends up in a brutal battle of harmonica versus Tony Atherton’s sax.

This is the third Mentones album, after Locustland and Nowhere Calling, and I’d recommend any of the three.