Quentin Collins (trumpet/flugelhorn); Vasilis
Xenopoulos (saxes); Rob Barron (piano); Matyas Hofecker (bass); Matt Home
(drums)
There’s something about a Monday night
at Pizza Express Jazz Club, Soho that always feels like it’s holding something
back… like the room knows more than it lets on. You walk down those steps, past
the hum of the street, and the world tightens. Sound sharpens. Conversations
soften. And then, without fuss, five musicians walk on and remind you why this
place still matters.
Five-Way Split don’t arrive with ego.
They arrive with intent. A collective in the truest sense—no bandleader, no
hierarchy, just five voices moving as one. You feel that immediately. Not in
what’s said, but in how they listen to each other. Space is shared, not taken.
There’s a danger in calling a band a
democracy—it can sometimes feel like a soft compromise, a levelling out where
edges are dulled and nothing quite catches. That’s not what’s happening here.