IVO PERELMAN & JOE MORRIS - Blue
Leo Records: CD LR 734
Ivo Perelman, tenor saxophone; Joe Morris, acoustic guitar
Recorded in Brooklyn, New York, March 2016
The Perelman/Morris duo is quite extraordinary, inasmuch as the artists are, but also in Perelman’s configuration of instruments, such is the depth of his interest in exploring unusual combinations of their properties. The acoustic guitar exhibits an unusual characteristic in that it does not produce sustained notes, sounds that hang in the air, and that was the challenge that Perelman perceived. It seems on review that he heard and exploited the inevitable silences in music, those flanked by passages as well as sandwiched between notes, and the ensuing music became profoundly multifaceted and elusive. That in turn leads its audience to an unexpected intimacy in an ambience of introspection.
There seems to be more surface complexity than structure and as these forms move around and across each other, so we perceive solidity, dimensionality, sculpture rather than 2-D. The dialogue between these two is candid and forthright, but unobtrusively so. It may be weighty or merely reflective, and what we discern may be ephemeral, but these exchanges are exceptional and unfailingly inspired.
Reviewed by Ken Cheetham
Leo Records: CD LR 734
Ivo Perelman, tenor saxophone; Joe Morris, acoustic guitar
Recorded in Brooklyn, New York, March 2016
The Perelman/Morris duo is quite extraordinary, inasmuch as the artists are, but also in Perelman’s configuration of instruments, such is the depth of his interest in exploring unusual combinations of their properties. The acoustic guitar exhibits an unusual characteristic in that it does not produce sustained notes, sounds that hang in the air, and that was the challenge that Perelman perceived. It seems on review that he heard and exploited the inevitable silences in music, those flanked by passages as well as sandwiched between notes, and the ensuing music became profoundly multifaceted and elusive. That in turn leads its audience to an unexpected intimacy in an ambience of introspection.
There seems to be more surface complexity than structure and as these forms move around and across each other, so we perceive solidity, dimensionality, sculpture rather than 2-D. The dialogue between these two is candid and forthright, but unobtrusively so. It may be weighty or merely reflective, and what we discern may be ephemeral, but these exchanges are exceptional and unfailingly inspired.
Reviewed by Ken Cheetham
