TRIOLOGOS - Trace di Canti
SLAM Records: SLAMCD562
Paolo Cerboni Bajardi: tenor and soprano saxophones; Bruno Cerboni Bajardi: percussion; Mirco Ballabene: double bass
Seven different countries, seven different cultures are brought together in this album from a trio conventional in form, but with a distinctly alternative methodology in expressing their interpretations of the legends behind their themes. The translation of Tracce di Canti might lead in a number of directions with a shared root: traces or tracks of chants, singing or songs, but nothing quite complete: fragmented memories, hints maybe and clues, ah yes, signs or logos. Symbols. Suggestions of what might be or might have been, a history perhaps, though hesitant.
I am reminded of a lesson in reading from which I learnt to appraise in different possible directions simultaneously – the secret agent in Joseph Conrad’s The Secret Agent is not the shadowy, skulking figure in black cape that you might have imagined, but is indeed Time.
There are no complementary roles in this trio; each musician is central to the compositions so that one is moved between diverse levels of mindfulness and curiosity as themes develop, but are tattered, perverted and lost. The music is truly ethereal.
Reviewed by Ken Cheetham
SLAM Records: SLAMCD562
Paolo Cerboni Bajardi: tenor and soprano saxophones; Bruno Cerboni Bajardi: percussion; Mirco Ballabene: double bass
Seven different countries, seven different cultures are brought together in this album from a trio conventional in form, but with a distinctly alternative methodology in expressing their interpretations of the legends behind their themes. The translation of Tracce di Canti might lead in a number of directions with a shared root: traces or tracks of chants, singing or songs, but nothing quite complete: fragmented memories, hints maybe and clues, ah yes, signs or logos. Symbols. Suggestions of what might be or might have been, a history perhaps, though hesitant.
I am reminded of a lesson in reading from which I learnt to appraise in different possible directions simultaneously – the secret agent in Joseph Conrad’s The Secret Agent is not the shadowy, skulking figure in black cape that you might have imagined, but is indeed Time.
There are no complementary roles in this trio; each musician is central to the compositions so that one is moved between diverse levels of mindfulness and curiosity as themes develop, but are tattered, perverted and lost. The music is truly ethereal.
Reviewed by Ken Cheetham
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