By Christina Li
By Dave Pehling
By Ian S. Port
By SF Weekly
By Ian S. Port
By Ian S. Port
By Ian S. Port
By Ian S. Port
Guru and Various Artists
Jazzmatazz Volume II: The New Reality
When Guru, the lyrical half of the hip-hop duo Gang Starr, released the first Jazzmatazz back in 1993, it seemed like someone had finally hit the right note in bridging the waters of black music. Though hip hop/jazz hybrids were already thriving in the Bay Area at that time, Guru's work with the likes of MC Solaar, N'Dea Davenport, and Donald Byrd opened up a new musical frontier to a national audience. But since then, the genre has been extensively mined by underground DJs and producers in such series as Rebirth of Cool and DJ Smash's Fat Jazzy Grooves 1-10, not to mention countless singles from all over the world. If the premiere Jazzmatazz was state of the art, this purported "New Reality" is merely status quo.
Perhaps Guru was stung by rap purists' criticisms that his first effort wasn't "hard" enough. On Jazzmatazz II, Guru tries to be tougher-than-leather, overcompensates, and ends up having very little of substance to say, even if his theme is the importance of the black family. Guru's trademark monotone embodies too much New York ennui; the jazzy backgrounds are infinitely more interesting than his tired braggadoccio. And with few exceptions, the all-star guests seem to have just happened to be in the neighborhood. This is Guru solo, not the fully realized collaborations of Jazzmatazz I. Call it the Frank Sinatra Duets of hip hop/jazz.
Breaking out of this model, though, is "Young Ladies," featuring Kool Keith of Ultramagnetic MCs and Patra on vocals, and the considerable organ talents of Kenny Garrett. A pulsating, funkafied, jazz-reggae-rap discourse on pursuing the opposite sex, it's matched only by "The Lifesaver," one of the few songs to actually hit the social commentary target Guru aims for. At 20 tracks, Jazzmatazz II attempts too much. You'd think it would be hard to lose artists like Chaka Khan, Ramsey Lewis, Freddie Hubbard, and Courtney Pine in the shuffle, but Guru pulls it off.
This two-hour, double-CD documentation of last year's marathon performance at the Great American Music Hall is essentially "Nik Turner's Hawkwind Experience," a term former Hawkwind saxophonist/flutist Turner himself coins during a band-intro spiel on Disc 2. In other words, it walks 'n' squawks an awful lot like a Hawk, but since fellow charter bird Dave Brock legally holds the moniker, this is technically a Nik Turner CD -- even though it takes the name Space Ritual from the H-band's 1974 live magnum opus, and half the 20 tracks were originally recorded by the aforementioned seminal '70s space-rock group.
While falling short of pure Hawkwind-mania, Turner and his band do a pretty good job of placating hungry Hawkheads. Turner, Helios Creed, Genesis P-Orridge, members of L.A.'s Pressurehed, and Hawkwind alumni Allan Powell and electronic wood-axe player Del Dettmar strain the essence of vintage 'wind -- i.e., eight-minute anthems based on a relentless riff interspersed with absurd sci-fi poetry -- through a more modern rave aesthetic, with Creed adding a metallic, effects-laden guitar sheen recalling his old space-punk band Chrome. Whether thrashing through Hawkwind classics like "Brainstorm" or "Master of the Universe," or tromping through songs like Chrome's "T.V. as Eyes," this is wildly archetypal space rock, a friggin' circus of flanged power chords, swooshing synths, blippy electronics, and goofy lyrics like "Utopia: Where the rivers run with Budweiser beer." (Actually, that's not very "spacey," but I couldn't resist mentioning it.)
I can personally vouch for these discs doing this performance justice, audiowise. But they barely hint at the highly weird imagery of pasty half-bird/half-alien Turner -- arguably the strangest looking man in rock -- honkin' and skronkin' for three hours in his space togs, replete with headgear, wacky glasses, and face paint. You truly had to be there.
-- Mike Rowell
R> Nik Turner's Space Ritual plays Sun, Aug. 6, at the Great American Music Hall in S.F.; call 995-0750.
The Charlie Hunter Trio
Bing, Bing, Bing!
Local lion Charlie Hunter's big-time debut hits the streets under the resurrected aegis of the prestigious Blue Note label. Considering Hunter's trio aims for an amorphous netherworld somewhere between traditional jazz and modern hipster (read: mostly rock) culture, congratulations are in order: Bing, Bing, Bing! could be the one multigenre "fusion" album that squeezes into many die-hard modern-rockers' collections, featuring, as it does, a telltale (if altogether reconfigured) cover of Nirvana's "Come as You Are" and an easy-to-swallow soul-jazz feel.
As Hunter lays bass foundations and simulates silky organ fills with his unusual eight-string guitar, tenor saxophonist Dave Ellis ends up dominating much of the record. The result is a strutting, locomotive jazz style that's often as infectious as that of Maceo Parker. At its least inspired, the release comes across like a cousin to the always-aiming-to-please Tonight Show band, but for the most part Hunter knows how to mix up his deliveries with winning results. Aside from his own lead guitar runs, which often dip mischievously into wah-wah country, Hunter pursues a welcome variety of other muses on many of his randomly titled compositions. "Fistful of Haggis," for instance, features an amusing marriage of Jay Lane's nearly second-line drumming to a wayward pedal-steel guitar. On "Lazy Susan (with a client now)," the disc's most rooted and introspective number, the absorbed phrases of a clarinet make way for equally subdued turns on trombone and sax. But the bulk of Bing, Bing, Bing! is targeted for unmitigated enjoyment; fittingly, Hunter signs off with a nimble nod to his Valencia Street breeding grounds on the signature tune "Elbo Room."