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Joe Morris/Fausto Sierakowski/Nigel Taylor Sample:
Press: Hand-numbered edition of 123 copies CD-R from the trio of Joe Morris on guitar, Fausto Sierakowski on alto saxophone and Nigel Taylor on trumpet: this is a densely creative set, with the players often moving in a single stream with a tangled smear of non-stop ideas. Imagine a more hyper-active Loren Connors’ Come Night, with Morris playing fast/slow spindly runs and spinning odd circular patterns over which saxophone and trumpet link horns and further extrapolate the brief, barbed architectures, playing classic US free jazz moves but with the kind feel for extrapolated space of the flightiest of UK improvisers. Amazing amount of detail in here, with the players working speed-of-thought transmutations of whole jazz histories – country honk, cool, free – into endlessly whizzing Moebius strips of pure tongue joy. A blazing set from these three, very highly recommended. - David Keenan / Volcanic Tongue -------------------------- Describing music is impossible. Especially if it is of the more avant-garde style, where references are difficult to find. And luckily this is the case. If everything sounded like everything else, it would be boring stuff. So here we have this trio with Joe Morris on acoustic guitar, Fausto Sierakowski on alto saxophone and Nigel Taylor on trumpet. Morris needs no introduction. Sierakowski was born in France in 1988 and graduated from the New England Conservatory in 2012. Taylor is from Canada and was also in Morris' classes at the New England Conservartory. And even if Sierowski is interested in music from the Balkan and Turkey, and if Taylor has had a classical music education, what you hear on this album is on the totally different end of the musical spectrum. If an image comes to mind when listening to this music, it's the image of fire, with flames, hot flames emerging and disappearing or moving unpredictably, yet all in the same direction, like a dance of intense energy, emerging from a common source, warming yet dangerous, crackling, with sparkles flying in all directions, and never-ending, sounds that erupt, transform, mingle and rise, that twirl and circle and disappear to be replaced by similar sounds, endlessly, full of attraction and repulsion, you can't come close yet it's fascinating to watch, it's real and authentic, dynamic without changing places, intimate and spiritual, just like a fire is. It's weird, ever-modifying, unexpected and compelling. It is like watching a fire. You can't get enough of it, and I've listened to this album dozens of times, yet it's hard to compare or even remember the various tracks. True, some are quieter, such as "Odds", yet most of the time, the raw, scorching sound is blazing with intense interactions. Powerful stuff for fans with open ears. - Stef / freejazzblog.org
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