Lickety Split @ The Globe Jazz Bar, Newcastle - March 17

Eddie Bellis (trombone); Callum Mellis (trumpet/flugel); Alan Marshall (alto sax); Jeremy McMurray (piano); Alan Rudd (bass guitar); Bradley Johnston (guitar); Paul Wight (drums).

(Review/PHOTOS by Lance)

It was fortunate in one sense that Paul Gowland was absent from the line-up as, otherwise, the band would have outnumbered the audience. Understandable as a three-band fundraiser up the road at Blaydon proved to be too strong an alternative attraction.

This was an unfortunate clash of dates as Lickety Split are a band well worth hearing. Their take on the West Coast jazz of the 1950s mixed with a less clinical approach results in a fine swinging ensemble.

Mellis, less flamboyant than his predecessor Kevin Eland, nevertheless has plenty of fire in his solos, as well as displaying a touch of lyricism when blowing flugelhorn on I Remember Clifford. Clifford Brown was well represented with Lou Donaldson's Blues Walk and Sandu. Marshall sounding like Art Pepper on the former whilst the latter had impressive solos from  McMurray and Johnston.

Blue Monk was played faster than the original over a shuffle (ish) rhythm. Wayne Shorter was represented in the form of One by One and Miles got on the score sheet with All Blues - a tune I think I've heard once too often although the audience which, by now, did outnumber the band, loved it.

Whisper Not, followed by an unidentified number led to Curious George which closed the set. Curious George, it seems, was composed and arranged by one Jim Martin and was, arguably, the best number of the night.

A pint of Doom Bar Ale was up to the usual Jazz Bar standard fortifying me for the next set which opened with a rousing version of Del Sasser with, needless to say, some good blowing on the Cannonball classic. Groovin' High was pure 52nd St. with the contrafactual basis (Whispering) thinly disguised. A great bop arrangement.

Stolen Moments had Marshall going for broke with McMurray upping the ante and the others neck and neck to the coda.

The (official) last number - Straight No Chaser - took us out on a high, or so we thought!

Coats and hats donned, instruments dismantled, glasses emptied I made for the door before a voice in the wilderness cried out "Encore". Maybe one of the band is a ventriloquist! Within seconds, time was rewound and Sister Sadie was strutting her stuff. Personally, I'm not a musical Oliver Twist. If I'm at a symphony concert after the orchestra has played Beethoven's eighth I don't expect them to busk his ninth just because someone shouts for more.

That aside, it was a splendid evening. Bandleader Bellis has put together a good crew, directing and playing tasteful trombone with a rhythm section that kicks ass and front-liners who know the score.

Lance

PS: And each number didn't end with meaningless rounds of fours!

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