Eduaro, Ze/Jack Walrath - Bad Guys
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Jack Walrath, trumpet/Jesus Santandreu, saxes/Marc Miralta, drums/Zé Eduardo, bass.
"Back in the day, American jazz musicians toured Europe as “a single,” hooking up with local rhythm sections. In the years immediately following World War II, this was a dicey proposition, as improvisers who required a flexible well-versed unit to realize their potential were often confronted with musicians with more eagerness than chops. This continued to be a problem well into the 1960s, It was not until the last quarter of the 20th Century, however, that it was a given that a European unit would meet all the demands placed upon them by the best American musicians. Jack Walrath’s music demands a lot from whoever plays it. Generally, the trumpeter’s compositions reflect both an encyclopedic knowledge of the tradition and a Mingus-informed but ultimately original approach to convey protean emotional intelligence, which produce themes that can move back and forth between light and shadow, sometimes at a saunter, sometimes at a sprint. Then, there are the occasions when Walrath simply throws it down: Here’s a concept full of taxing formal elements; there’s an additional layer of quotations and allusions requiring real jazz literacy; and there’s multiple complex emotions that must be precisely projected, which can be spliced together at a jolting pace. Deal with it. There is a lot to deal with on this encounter between Walrath and three exceptional Iberian musicians: tenor saxophonist Jesus Santandreu and drummer Marc Miralta , both of whom are Spanish, and the Portuguese bassist Ze Eduardo. Beyond the numerous merits of the music, this album is a needed reminder that Walrath has fallen into the void the US jazz industry, knowingly or not, creates for middle-aged musicians. It was only a decade ago that the trumpeter was the subject of thoughtful, glowing feature articles in the glossy US jazz magazines, pegged to major label CD releases (or, more precisely, the advertising for said CDs). The irony is that artists tend to fall off the industry radar as their art is ripening. That is certainly the case with Walrath, whose playing and writing here is as erudite, soulful and laugh-out-loud funny as ever....The surfacing of one of jazz’s more woefully undervalued artists; the coming of age, jazzwise, of Iberian musicians; the reassertion of universal truths: that’s a lot for a single CD. Deal with it." - Bill Shoemaker/August 2005