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Listening to this CD one feels the
swelling of an urban toughness associated with watching such film
noire classics as Lost Weekend. Accordingly, one
should listen to this music in black and white, allowing the
subtler textures to expose the greys of your urban psyche, for
within the beauty of the reeds (Charles Papasoff), bass (George
Mitchell) and drums (Martin Auguste) are many alleys leading you
away from the Main, cajoling you to enter at some forbidden
doorway of opiate recklessness.
For there is a seedy edginess
captured in these nine original soundscapes reminiscent of
not-too-clean, not-too-safe inner city ruelles, qualities
that give rise to a sense of hunger and scavenging for a living.
Of course, that’s what makes the music all the more real.
Opening with a Latin-based Point of
View, the intensity builds through a hard bop Netito to a
hard funk chase scene in You Only Love Me 10 Days A Year.
The urgency of the other tunes is balanced by the two Papasoff
ballads, L’Inevitable and the title track (twins
separated at birth?), and while continuity is provided throughout
by virtue of crisp linear textures, it is in these ballads that
this sparsity is most striking. The piano is so enticingly absent
as to warrant crediting. But that’s the point- the trio
creates enough interest through its own means. And with the
additional seasonings of a Kelsley Grant trombone on Ten Days
and Wishing For A Dry Heat or the acoustic and electric
guitars of Christine Tassan and Alain Bellaïche, respectively on
La vraie couleur, Painless has an inescapable
allure.
The closing number, Wishing For A
Dry Heat, leads the listener back to the relative stability
of the familiar, recalling the inventiveness of Miles and
Coltrane of the 50s and 60s. But having once taken that first,
fateful step into this shadowy realm, you may have no choice but
to return . . . again . . . and again . . . and again!
Dean Cottrill is a Montreal-based guitarist, songwriter and singer.
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