justifies me forever, because I'm not a lover of jazz. I never listened to the classics of the '60s, I stopped to give attention to a few or even their entire dish, in short, is not a valid excuse. It is also why it happens almost by accident a disc so that freaks only marginally jazz, and I witch. Necks is a trio that debuted in Sydney Australia with just this Sex, and obviously had their origin from the classical genre. But this is a job too atypical to be confined, and is in a middle ground where minimalism and improvisation merge mysteriously.
The first is the task of the rhythm section: Buck (drums) and Swanson (bass) are hard work of jazz musicians who consumed guess it was infamous, or keep the same pace for an hour, stealthy and sinuous. Logical that we both enjoyed it more the pianist Abrahams, which is instead a display of sophisticated lenses phrases, repeated in almost precise figures and micro-intercalated with just a few notes, without ever overdoing it. In the background of a subdued wailing trumpet (not given to know who has played) and percussion deaf almost imperceptible indefinite create scenarios, including fog and just deserts.
However, it was clear that Sex group had very specific purposes, far from wanting to showcase personal stage. Emphasizing the very high quality sounds (seems ahead of them!), The final effect is that of a pleasant hypnosis, an abandonment relaxed, authentic food for thought.
At minute 56, when bass and drums stop their tireless walk on tip-toes and Abrahams has already closed the cover-piano keyboard, the desire to be seduced again is hard to hold ....
Necks - Sex (1989)
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