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WANGARATTA JAZZ 2010 — SARA SERPA

Sara Serpa

Vocal instrumentalist: Sara Serpa

GIG: WPAC theatre, 8:30pm, October 30

Sara Serpa vocals/compositions, Andre Matos guitar, Aaron Choulai piano, Sugawa Takashi bass, Tanaka Noritaka drums

Takashi, Serpa, Matos

Congruity: Serpa in sync with Matos, and Takashi on bass.

I am not big on vocalists, though I am always open to being persuaded otherwise. My usual, possibly crass, explanation is that vocals can get in the way of the instruments. Sara Serpa was ideal for my education, because she does not regard herself as a singer with a backing band, but as another instrumentalist. The reservation I had after hearing Serpa in this outing was that her vocal range did not seem to especially extensive and that in using her voice as an instrument she seemed to too closely follow the guitar playing of her husband, Andre Matos. No doubt Serpa was improvising, but her compositions seemed to call for a fair bit of congruity between her voice and that of Matos’s strings, so that I wished after a while that she would be more adventurous.

Sara Serpa

Improvising: Sara Serpa

In terms of my education on vocalists, this festival had great potential. I was later to hear two Kurt Elling concerts (the vocalist as showman) and on Cup eve I heard Kristin Berardi in a sensitive duo with James Sherlock. I was unable to hear Sarah McKenzie on Sunday with her sextet at the Pinsent Hotel. With the benefit of hindsight, I can say that Elling’s vocal antics were spectacular, though I did wish for less of the zany humour and more songs to celebrate the agility and range, and just the pure sound, of his voice. And Berardi’s delightful outing had much more of the voice as superb instrument that I had hoped Serpa would deliver.

Sara Serpa

Capturing the giants: Sara Serpa with Sugawa Takashi

Serpa, from Portugal but now living in New York, opened with Ten Long Days of Rain, written in Boston. Then followed Sequoia Gigantes, inspired by a description of the giant redwood trees in John Steinbeck’s novel Travels with Charley. Serpa introduced the song eloquently as an attempt to capture “the essence of being around these trees — peaceful and yet intimidating”, then quoted a few lines from the book. This was one of Serpa’s pieces that I felt really captured the feeling well.

Sara Serpa

Conveying anguish: Sara Serpa

Her next composition, Praia, she said loosely translated as “beach”. Serpa seemed to sing partly in Portuguese and part vocalese. This was followed by a fado — a traditional Portuguese form Serpa said dealt with the challenges of longing for and loving someone who does not love you — entitled S’em Razao (Without A Reason). Her voice certainly conveyed anguish.

Andre Matos

In a chord with Serpa: Andre Matos

Matos alone accompanied the vocalist for Acerta Passo, by Pixinguinha, which was roughly translated as “catch up”. In this Serpa’s voice seemed tiny and fragile as she attained notes in a higher register. Then she sang Julia, from the Beatles White Album. This was sung in English, her voice blaring out at higher volumes in parts. I did not think this treatment of the song worked all that well.

The set finished with Gold-Digging Ants, which was part vocalese, part doo-wop.

Choulai, Serpa, Takashi

Incongruity of attire: Choulai, Serpa, Takashi

All I could think of at the end was the incongruity of Aaron Choulai in his American football top (or baseball?) at the piano and the comparatively formal attire of the singer. But that also applied to Choulai’s other concerts with the Japanese musicians. Of course it is immaterial.

Takashi

Sugawa Takashi

Matos was suitably empathetic throughout and Choulai, Takashi and Noritaka were attentive and careful not to take any of the limelight.

Tanaka Noritaka

Tanaka Noritaka

I suppose I was a little disappointed in Serpa’s concert, given the excited reviews I’d read. She seems to prefer to avoid vocal gymnastics. Perhaps she could be a little more adventurous in her improvisation using her chosen instrument.

WANGARATTA JAZZ 2010 — STU HUNTER ENSEMBLE: THE MUSE

Stu Hunter's The Muse

Contrasts and conflict: Stu Hunter's The Muse

GIG: St Patrick’s Hall, 8pm, Sat, October 30

Stu Hunter piano, Matt Keegan tenor sax, Jonathan Zwartz acoustic bass, Simon Barker drums

Hunter’s ensemble for the first of his suites was smaller than for The Gathering. Unfortunately I could stay only for a short time because Sara Serpa was due to perform in the WPAC theatre in half an hour.

Hunter explained the genesis of The Muse and its links to Brett Whiteley and the frequent meeting of beauty and conflict. His piano opened in a ruminative mood. As Keegan’s breathy sax and Zwartz’s bowed bass joined in, we heard the sound of rain drumming on the roof. There was an engrossing solo from Zwartz, drowsy piano, some sax and then Barker suddenly woke things up.

We began to understand the reference to beauty and conflict as flowing sax and solemn piano soliloquies were subjected to jarring bursts of smash and crash from Barker, who at times seemed about to jam the ends of his sticks into the drum skins. This was about contrasts and conflict, about opposites. The sax was so mellow and the piano so tender; the drums were so spiky and harsh.

As I left the hall, Hunter was zipping up and down the keyboard, playing jaunty piano before Keegan sent his sax notes soaring forth and splaying above our heads.

Jonathan Zwartz

Engrossing: Jonathan Zwartz

I thought the larger ensemble used for The Gathering, with Julien Wilson and James Greening, was more compelling, but there is no doubt that both Hunter’s suites are fascinating and inventive forays that are taking improvised music into new territory.

WANGARATTA JAZZ 2010 — JEF NEVE TRIO

Jef Neve

Tension: Jef Neve at the piano.

GIG: WPAC Theatre, 5pm, October 30

Jef Neve piano, Ruben Samama acoustic bass, Teun Verbruggen drums and megaphone

This was the only set I heard by this trio with Belgians Neve and Verbruggen and Dutchman Samama, who now resides in New York. They played pieces from their new album, Imaginary Road.

From the opener, The Space We Need, a level of barely contained energy was apparent, ready to burst out. Tension is so vital in music if it is to grip the listener, and this taut trio had plenty, building more forward motion than Julia Gillard in campaign mode — much more.

Samama took quite a while to get his levels adjusted to his satisfaction, and that reminds me that at the end of this set (I’m reliably informed by a jazz reviewer) a woman in the audience commented that the bassist had “missed the last section of the final number” because he was “tying up his shoe laces”. In fact, Samama was bending over to adjust the feedback loop pedal at his feet. Good tale, that.

Teun Verbruggen

Flurries of drums: Teun Verbruggen

Bowed bass started Sofia, a ballad written in the Bulgarian capital. Verbruggen used a small megaphone with an inbuilt recorder, allowing him to take and replay samples. He also used his hands as this piece unfolded. Neve seemed to be conveying ease. The piece was like an exegesis — the unfolding of an idea.

I’m as open to suggestion as the next person, so in Colours and Shades I immediately thought of pale pastel piano, with Neve delivering lyricism like a breeze just stirring the grass on a sunny day. But Verbruggen scattered some rocks about to keep things grounded, lest it all become too picturesque. Neve’s playing was intent and driven, yet so tender. In flurries of drums there was excitement and contrast. This was already a festival highlight.

Ruben Samama

Warm, harmonic bass: Ruben Samama

Samama’s She Came From the East, written for his wife, celebrated cellist Amber Docters van Leeuwen, brought busy as well as warm, harmonic bass. It seemed imbued with spirit, with love — or was that the power of suggestion? There probably is a good case for not having meaningful titles to compositions.

Teun Verbruggen

Crinkling it softly: Teun Verbruggen

Verbruggen made good use of a soft drink can, crinkling it softly beside the mic, then adding percussion with a shaker. The piano entered subtly before some angular drum work and some more sampling from the megaphone.

Ruben Samama

Passed the test: Ruben Samama

Each piece by this trio was a rich experience, full of interest and possibly tightly controlled. Before the trio played For the People, Neve explained that it had originally been called For Reuben, because it was a difficult composition chosen deliberately to test the bass player, who had joined the trio only the previous year. Tiny runs of tinkling piano were punctuated by drums before the piece gathered momentum. There was a sense of fun and of humour. Samama delivered a great solo over the drums, getting right into it and crying out in his enthusiasm. This was intricate stuff, exploring patterns and going great guns.

Jef Neve

Shimmering and shining: Jef Neve

In music notation D.C. stands for da capo or “from the beginning”.  Neve explained that in Endless DC he was inspired by the circularity of life and the need sometimes to find an exit from social situations. His piano was lyrical, shimmering and shining, open, warm and airy. Again the summer’s day came to mind. There was warmth in Samama’s solo. Verbruggen added the tiny scrape of a stick end on cymbal. Dynamics and tempo were all important in this, as again the momentum built to a layered finale of complex patterns. As mentioned, Samama added some pedal feedback. A single piano note finished the piece and the set.

Ruben Samama

Tying his shoelaces? Ruben Samama

I regret only that the trio did not play Atlas from the same album. I would go out of my way to hear the Jef Neve Trio again if I had the chance. This is a trio full of interest.

WANGARATTA JAZZ 2010 — IAN DATE QUARTET

Ian Date Quartet

Doing the Hot Club in style: Ian Date Quartet

GIG: St Patrick’s Hall, 4pm, October 30

Ian Date guitar, Nigel Date guitar, Howard Cairns double bass, Ian Cooper violin

Ian Date

Intricate work: Ian Date

WHAT a quick trip — from Japan to the Hot Club of France in a few easy steps. With a sense of fun and much agility on strings, Date’s quartet ushered us into the world of Django Reinhardt and Stephane Grappelli, into gypsy jazz and hot jazz. Cooper on violin was as nimble as a cat on hot bricks, sweeping and swerving and weaving between the cascade of guitar notes and chords. And behind it all was the energetic Howard Cairns, intent as he delivered impetus.

Howard Cairns and Ian Cooper

Nimble: Howard Cairns and Ian Cooper

What was it about this music that appealed so much? I thought about that as the quartet played Swing Guitars (Reinhardt), Norwegian Dance (from Grieg’s Peer Gynt), To Each His Own (recorded in 1947 for the film), Sour Georgia Brown (Date), Deep Purple (deRose) segueing into something Cooper wrote “on the plane coming down this morning”, Daphne (Reinhardt), Out of Nowhere as a waltz and Body and Soul, with Cairns playing a melody.

Howard Cairns

Impetus: Howard Cairns

The quartet displayed deftness and lightness of touch. The music was quick, jaunty and toe-tapping. It was intricate, with fingers falling over themselves on guitar and bass strings. The band was tight. The tempo often seemed like skipping. There was whimsy, fun and the music floated lightly over our heads, the ensemble not taking itself too seriously and obviously enjoying the outing. And there was a great deal of skill in the playing.

Nigel Date and Howard Cairns

Stringing us along: Nigel Date and Howard Cairns

It would be great to hear more music from the Reinhardt-Grappelli era and this quartet delivers it in style.

Howard Cairns and Ian Cooper

Hot jazz: Howard Cairns and Ian Cooper

WANGARATTA JAZZ 2010 — AARON CHOULAI’S SISIA NATUNA

Yoshimoto Akihiro and Komano Itsumi

Independent: Yoshimoto Akihiro on tenor and Komano Itsumi on trombone.

GIG: WPAC Theatre, 3pm, October 30

Aaron Choulai piano, Yoshimoto Akihiro tenor sax, Komano Itsumi trombone, Sugawa Takashi bass, Tanaka Noritaka drums.

IT RARELY works to arrive late at a gig. And it is equally not a great idea to leave a concert halfway through in order to hear something else. But at festivals clashes often occur, so these less-than-ideal late arrivals and early departures are inevitable. In this case I was late because, to quote former police comissioner Christine Nixon, “I had to eat”. It was a pity because Sisia Natuna was into its third piece, Iriguchi, when I arrived, having missed Beer Gardener and Korema. After listening for a few minutes I was wishing I’d been there earlier.

Sugawa Takahashi on bass and Yoshimoto Yakihiro on tenor

Complexity: Sugawa Takahashi on bass and Yoshimoto Yakihiro on tenor.

The quintet’s playing was complex and had a relentless quality to it in the next piece, ATO 23:5. The sax and ‘bone contributions were strong and independent in what seemed to be a musical saga or journey. Choulai pointed out that Komano Itsumi was playing despite the pain she was experiencing from a slipped disk — a heroic effort.

Kitsamo Itsumi

Playing in pain: Kitsamo Itsumi

In the final piece, Yokka Yoi, which Choulai said could be roughly translated as a four-day hangover, there were powerful harmonies and rhythms and plenty of expression despite the limited variation in dynamics. I was trying to work out whether I could pick up distinctively Japanese aspects to this group’s playing, but if there were any they eluded me. Listeners familiar with Japanese music would have done better, no doubt. The empathy between Sugawa Takashi on bass and Tanaka Noritaka on drums was evident.

Tanaka Noritaka

Empathy: Tanaka Noritaka on drums.

I would have been happy for the set to be extended — it was full of interest.

Aaron Choulai

Flamboyant: Aaron Choulai

I first saw Aaron Choulai in the Commercial Hotel many years ago. He was playing keyboards with Blues Before Sunrise. Born in Papua New Guinea, the pianist/composer has always been an interesting, flamboyant character. He has spent the past two years in Japan, exploring the application of Japanese aesthetics to music. In this outing, clad in an informal sports shirt that seemed to contrast sharply with the more formal dress of the other band members, the pianist seemed at home among some of Japan’s talented young musicians.

WANGARATTA JAZZ 2010 — IAN CHAPLIN TRIO

Ian Chaplin Trio

Rare performance: Ian Chaplin Trio

GIG: WPAC Memorial Hall, 2:30pm, October 30

Ian Chaplin alto sax, Philip Rex acoustic bass, Simon Barker drums

THIS was an opportunity missed. ARIA award-winning saxophonist Ian Chaplin, who does not appear at gigs that often these days, played with Rex and Barker. It promised to be a fiery, full-on outing, but I had decided this was a time to grab some lunch. So I popped my head in and then left. The hall was packed. Anyone who was at the concert is welcome to provide some feedback.

WANGARATTA JAZZ 2010 — STU HUNTER ENSEMBLE: THE GATHERING

Stu Hunter

Sweet suite: Stu Hunter

GIG: WPAC theatre, 1pm, Sat, October 30

Stu Hunter piano, Matt Keegan tenor sax, Jonathan Zwartz acoustic bass, Simon Barker drums, Julien Wilson tenor sax, James Greening trombone and pocket trumpet

THIS suite won Contemporary Jazz Album of the Year at the Bell Awards and Best Independent Jazz album in the Independent Music Awards. I loved the album (see Ausjazz review), but had not heard the music live.

Live it was … is. Alive. Inventive. In the moment. After Hunter and Keegan solos, Greening exudes rich blurts of sound. A heart-stopping solo from Wilson and you can feel the intensity of feeling in the room. Barker slowly covers his drum kit with an orange cloth, then plays over the covering.

Simon Barker

Under cover: Simon Barker

Wilson’s tenor shimmies higher, Keegan’s goes lower. There is no piano, no bass, no ‘bone. The saxes have the floor, their notes slowly swelling and left hanging.

Barker removes the cloth from his drums. Keegan plays with expression. The jocularity displayed earlier has gone. This is serious music. Hunter’s notes are gently answered by the horns. From Zwartz comes a tiny infusion of lament, delivered with the bow. Reverting to plucked strings, he grimaces as the notes are squeezed from the bass.

Jonathan Swartz

Squeezed notes: Jonathan Zwartz

There is a horn outburst. Greening’s pocket trumpet sounds brighter and sharper. The piano chatters. Drums and bass are in devilish dialogue. That tiny trumpet squeals before being discarded in favour of the trombone. There is a piano soliloquy — deep, solemn, hymn-like chords reverberate before saxes and bowed bass join in.

James Greening

Primal: James Greening on 'bone.

Then there is a change. Barker inserts a definite beat and the saxes glide in over the piano’s reverence. Barker has a chain draped over the kit. He is lost in the rattling percussion he creates. Zwartz adds depth. The saxes bid us ta ta while the trombone adds some wah-wah. This is physical sound, visceral, alive, animal. The beat is building momentum. Greening gives us guttural gravel sounds, his ‘bone crying out, wailing and shaking as if driven from within. Suddenly his playing is soft for a moment, then it blares forth. It is primal, earthy, from the beginnings of life. This is what brass is all about — twisted, bent, tortured and throat-clearing.

The saxes join in. Meanwhile bass, piano and drums have kept up a relentless background pattern. Tension is building. Barker goes beserk. He is having an episode, a plosive fit, a sudden and unpredictable outburst that scatters all before it.

Simon Barker

Beserk: Simon Barker on drums.

What will come next? Piano is delivered in staccato bursts, in little forays out of the trenches. Then Hunter, by contrast, is left alone to skit across the keyboard, his left hand delivering a dramatic rhythm. He builds and holds the tension. He skips across the keys. Then the others jump in. Wilson growls his way in, followed by Keegan, then the solo trombone — each is playing over a structure underpinned by piano, bass and drums. Keegan embarks on an escapade. Gradually volume and expectation are heightened. It is like a volcano about to erupt.  Then one tiny note ends it.

This was a gathering not to have missed. Surely no one left without being entranced and engrossed.

Stu Hunter ensemble

The Gathering ensemble: Hunter, Wilson, Keegan, Zwartz, Barker and Greening.

WANGARATTA JAZZ 2010— PAUL WILLIAMSON’S BY A THREAD

By A Thread

By A Thread

GIG: Holy Trinity Cathedral, noon, Sat. October 29, 2010

Paul Williamson trumpet, Geoff Hughes guitar, James McLean drums

IN June 2009 at New Box Studios this trio brought out the eponymous album By A Thread on the Downstream label, which aims to get bums on seats at live music performances by extending the reach of the music. The cathedral at Wangaratta was well suited to By A Thread’s ethereal, soulful music. It was moving to hear Paul Williamson’s lyrical trumpet notes (the other PW is a saxophonist) soaring heavenwards into the hallowed heights of this magnificent space.

Paul Williamson

Lyrical beauty: Paul Williamson

I felt that this concert could easily be called worship. Hughes and Williamson created dreamy, introspective music that was both reverent and a reverie. McLean’s drums were muted, his sound somehow flattened out or damped down behind the other instruments. At one stage his playing seemed like pebbles rolling about gently in the tray of a tip truck. Then came rattles and the sound of sticks on metal.

By A Thread took the cathedral audience on a journey that could have taken listeners deep within or off into flights of fancy. I could not stay for the whole set, but the time I spent was deeply valued.

Geoff Hughes and Paul Williamson

Worship: Geoff Hughes and Paul Williamson

WANGARATTA JAZZ 2010 — JOE CHINDAMO TRIO

Joe Chindamo

Dynamics: Joe Chindamo

GIG: WPAC theatre, 11am, Saturday, October 30, 2010

Joe Chindamo piano, Phillip Rex acoustic bass, Raj Jayaweera drums

ONE of the must-have albums of the year, at least for fans of the Coen brothers, is Joe Chindamo’s Another Time Some Other Place, on which he re-interprets songs from these films. Chindamo has the ability to distill the essence of a song and deliver a new version that rivals the original. With the trio at Wangaratta he did not play any pieces from that album, but his treatment of Simon and Garfunkel’s America was exemplary.

The trio opened with Have You Met Miss Jones. Deep rumbles gave way to bouncy piano, with little skating runs dipping in and out of harmonies, then light swing when Rex and Jayaweera joined in to build the intensity. As always, Chindamo was right into interaction with the other two, attentive and responsive as he leaned over the keyboard with concentration, making delicate contributions into and over the rhythm. Rex’s robust bass was impressive.

America opened percussively, Chindamo plucking the piano strings as Rex knocked on the wood of the bass. Controlled variations in dynamics were a feature of the whole set and in this piece the trio moved effortlessly into a driving chordal rhythm which was deep, then light. The familiar melody emerged, was taken up strongly and then allowed to slip back into a fragile hint that was allowed to get lost and then be recovered. There is always interest and development in Chindamo’s arrangements. He is an artist at the keyboard.

Phillip Rex

Robust: Phillip Rex

Next we were taken smartly into a foot-tapping version of Gershwin’s It Aint Necessarily So. Chindamo knows swing intimately and can add a single note at times loaded with verve. His hand occasionally hovers over the keyboard, waiting for the moment. He is polished, but is right into the music and does not seem to be showing off. I loved the variations in dynamics and the interplay in the trio evident in this piece.

The trio took a gentle approach to Dolly Parton’s Jolene, then moved into an original Chindamo composition, Something Will Come to Light, for which he won the 2009 APRA Music Award for Jazz Composition of the year. In this and the engrossing piece that followed, the pianist timed his interventions to perfection, choosing the right moments to make his input and how strongly to contribute.

The trio closed with Moon River. The introduction was regal and the phrasing beautiful as the melody flowed in, the intensity swelling for a brief period. After a quiet digression the melody crept back in to feed our nostalgia, Rex and Jayaweera contributing minimally. This piece and the set closed with Chindamo puddling in the highest notes, seemingly lost in the music.

Raj Jayaweera

Attentive: Raj Jayaweera

Some may prefer a less lyrical, romantic approach in a trio, but Chindamo’s skill is a little akin to that of author Peter Carey — the ability to take a story (or a tune) and make it his own. If you doubt this, listen to his versions of the themes from Fargo or Miller’s Crossing.

Rex and Jayaweera were content not to push themselves forward, but were integral to this performance.

WANGARATTA JAZZ 2010 — OLIVER LAKE ORGAN QUARTET

Oliver Lake Organ Quartet

Virtuosos: Russell Gunn and Oliver Lake

GIG:
WPAC theatre, 11pm, Friday, October 29

Oliver Lake alto saxophone, Jared Gold on Hammond B3, Chris Beck drums, Russell Gunn trumpet

GERRY Koster of ABC radio’s Jazz Up Late was our smooth host for the first concert by an overseas ensemble, easing the expectant audience into a live broadcast.

There were three concerts by this quartet during the festival, as well as a solo set by Oliver Lake — featuring poetry — in Holy Trinity Cathedral. I heard the quartet on Friday and Saturday nights, but not the solo gig and not the quartet’s Sunday outing. Saturday seemed to really heat up, and I enjoyed that more. I’ll comment briefly on individual pieces, but in general I found these concerts a display of virtuosity — amazingly skilled players who seemed to do it so easily. My reservation was that, while I marveled at the technique on show, I was not often moved. Pianist Marc Hannaford may argue that the emotion or affect experienced in a performance is in the ear of the beholder, so therefore my reaction says more about me as observer than about the artists’ work. That may be true, but I do like to be moved. I prefer to be affected rather than merely to admire. And this outing often seemed to be more about dynamics rather than melody, harmony or emotion. Another feature was that the quartet did not often depart from the traditional — and a bit boring — structure of solo after solo after solo.

Enough preamble. Makin’ It (Lake) was a dry piece with little melody. Gunn must have great chops, as shown in his searing, shining, blaring notes. There was plenty of smash and bash from Beck. In Aztec (Lake) volleys of serrated sound emerged from the alto before the horns built a tangible sculpture, with Lake “smacking his lips” on sax to Gunn’s horn salvos. The piece gradually changed and developed, as if life was being drawn away, its loss being reluctantly resisted in a  struggle to survive.

I was expecting to hear more from the organ, given the power of the B3, but it did not often assert itself in this concert. In Lake’s early solo of Move Groove he embarked on long, twisting, convoluted runs of notes that he elongated and smoothed out just before handing over to Gunn for a fiery, forceful burst driven from behind by Beck. Gold’s solo seemed unnecessarily restrained, but eventually built momentum to catch and run with the rhythm into the finale of the piece.

Jared Gold on Hammond B3

Restrained: Jared Gold on Hammond B3

In Walked John, by trumpeter Malachi Thompson in dedication to John Coltrane, was swinging from the word go. Gunn let out a cry of enthusiasm before sending notes soaring, backed by organ bursts, but again the B3 under Gold seemed muted rather than incisive. Lake’s solo was virtuosic and strong. The organ did fire up a bit before Beck went beserk, setting off a duel with Gunn that eventually involved Lake. It really was swinging in the end.

The organ was punchier in Yo Dance, which opened with some nice horn harmonies. Lake did some screeching and scratching with the alto, Gunn did some muttering on trumpet and some notes from the horns almost hurt the ears they were so piercing. This was quite out-there stuff — a marvellous melee. Lake’s alto seemed to be alive in that wonderful way saxophonists have of being barely able to contain their instrument, his body shaking and shimmying. At last there was some deep organ input, then the B3 sounded like a flock of nasty seagulls fighting over fish and chip wrappings. The organ shimmered delightfully before the horns joined in dissonant unison and proceedings closed like a barely audible breath. Great stuff.

Fire Waltz brought more virtuosity, as Lake effortlessly negotiated complex arpeggios and then the drum-backed organ built speed and intricacy. Gunn wanted in, but Lake motioned for him to wait so that Beck could blast away. The finish was frenetic as Lake displayed finesse and dexterity.

The closing piece, I Want to Walk With Jesus, began with soulful sax over glowingly full organ. This was slower, simpler and had much more expression. Things hotted up once Gunn entered the scene and the horns seemed to be aiming for the rafters of the new performing arts centre.

There are no star ratings here, but my picks were Yo Dance and the closing number. And there is no doubting the consummate skill of these musicians.

Oliver Lake Organ Quartet

Oliver Lake Organ Quartet