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And how they did fly! Urged on by perfectly matched musical companions, guitarist Steve Glendinning created beautiful flowing lines over the group's attractive and unusual compositions. On other pieces he startled us with the drama and savagery of his playing over darker chord progressions and more jagged rhythms. Steve's ease with the guitar and skill in exploiting its sonic possibilities reminded me of Jeff Beck. The level of melodic invention was staggering and was sustained throughout the set.
Katy Trigger's warm and lovely bubbling bass lines provided the perfect complement, witty, elastic and muscular, with notes it seemed magically planted, or left out, in exactly the right places. She was locked in, almost telepathically, with Martin the drummer who whilst driving the show with seasoned precision was forever feeding tantalising rhythmic ideas to the other two with a stab here or a gap there. And they responded.
This was real, spontaneous music making, live, in front of our eyes. The three moved as one all night, and spurred each other on with obvious delight. They could not help but smile - and neither could we.
The repertoire? We had Zappa, Metheny, and Nica's Dream but best for me were the originals - even with such unexciting names as Number
2 and Number 3! Apparently there is no Number 1 yet but I do hope that we will soon get to Number
9.
A supergroup in the
making? As I said, I was lucky to be there. Oliver Morse
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