Newcastle Festival of Jazz and Improvised Music 2022 CZAJKA & PUCHACZ + Mark Solbgorg + Anthropology @ The Newcastle Literary & Philosophical Society - Sept. 29

(© Ken Drew)

Having previewed in Jesmond  last weekend it was now time for the festival to return  to its spiritual home - The Newcastle Literary & Philosophical Society on Westgate Road. A triple bill ranging from quirky improvised modern installation art work through solo guitar and culminating with an anarchic dystopian octet. 

At the start of Czajka and Puchacz’s  set (pictured above) I was a little apprehensive after a hyper minimal  intro. However,  my concerns were soon assuaged as the duo created an absolutely wonderful piece of performance art. A smorgasbord of delicious sounds were conjured up with the range of electronic effects quite mesmerising. Gasiorek's vocals were  varied using a vocoder at one point and chanting at others. Draksler's piano playing was superb but her use of electronic and percussive embellishments  brought the already tasty canvas even further to life.

(© Ken Drew)

Mark Solborg (Guitar). 

The mid session set was a delightful solo guitar recital by Mark Solborg. Using loops to great effect, Solborg produced a multi-layered performance which created a very relaxing and comfortable space for the audience to soak up.

Anthropology: Martin Archer (sax, electronics); Charlotte Keefe (trumpet, flugel); Pat Thomas (keys, electronics); Orphy Robinson (xylosynth); Chris Sharkey (guitar, electronics); Dave Stuart (bass); Peter Fairclough (drums)

(© Ken Drew)

From the cool to the cacophonous as Martin Archer’s Anthropology took to the stage. An eight piece thunderstorm of a band where you had to play out of your skin in order to be seen. Archer always animated directing proceedings like a New York traffic cop. The music although loud and proud had a distinct cinematic feel to it - the sort of film it might be the soundtrack for was unlikely to be of the quiet reflective variety.

 

A good time seemed to be being had by all both on stage and in the auditorium. Each soloist managed to rise about the maelstrom to give as good as they got. On the final section, Chris Sharkey seemed to attack his PA then the monitor of Charlotte Keefe before rolling into the front row guitar still in hand - the rest of the band didn’t bat an eyelid although I was thankful my glass of beer avoided the sprawling guitar player.  A gig not for the feint hearted but, for those of a stronger constitution, a rollicking, riotous extravaganza.

An evening full of contrast and quality providing much intrigue and entertainment. Steve H