Courtney Pine, (tenor and soprano sax); Robert Mitchell (piano); Rio Kai (bass); Romana Campbell (drums)
Back in the day Fleet Street newspapers used to keep a jazz critic on staff. Their main duties were to live a troglodyte existence in the bowels of the print room and wait for the next wave of British Jazz to appear, like desert flowers that only bloom every 20 years. In the mid-eighties these critics lumbered into action as Loose Tubes and the Jazz Warriors appeared, along with some outliers in the colonies, such as Andy Sheppard in Bristol. Many who came out of that particular scene are still with us but the one that has remained the most prominent is Courtney Pine and he’s out again for another run around the festivals. A Sunday in May brought him, Robert Mitchell and a young bass and drums pairing to Cheltenham’s Town Hall.
Kai takes us into For Our Forefathers’ Forefathers with a
bass solo full, of pep, bounce and fire; Pine’s solo begins with short,
exploratory phrases before longer lines and flurries of notes; repeating the
shorter phrases sets him up for longer explorations before the band roll into something
Caribbean with a big sound on the tenor, Mitchell’s pounding solo with a
percussive left hand and dancing right, pushed along by swamp deep bass whilst
the drummer, brisk and energetic, adds drama. The piano notes tumble down but
the bass digs in even more as Pine blazes back in, all the voices on the tenor,
high and low and everything in between, Campbell’s drumming matches him for
energy levels.
Another R’n’B stomper
follows with short phrases on the sax stitched together to make a greater
whole; Pine, on soprano takes flies through a torrent of notes then it’s short
solos for all with Pine duelling with first, the drummer, then piano and back
again, matching each other blow for blow. Jumping African rhythms lead into a
lovely groove over which Pine floats some short punchy soprano and longer
phrases before a deep voiced bowed and scratched out bass solo. The spluttering
soprano develops into loud chimes, singing out.
He is a showman, is Mr
Pine, resplendent in a long, professorial gown with symmetrical blocks of a red
and gold pattern and his long dreads emphasising his every move. He’s been
doing this for a while, even in far flung corners of the Empire like Alnwick.
He knows how to work a crowd and you cannot dispute that he still has it,
whatever it is, and still has ‘it’ by the load. Dave Sayer
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