Jim Black

Jim Black may be one of the most respected avant jazz drummers on the planet, but when leading his AlasNoAxis quartet, jazz often seems to be the farthest thing from his mind. Perhaps one need only consider the title of the fifth AlasNoAxis CD, 2009’s Houseplant, to realize there’s probably not a lot of jazz here; the title itself doesn’t exactly suggest swinging exuberance or, given the history of Black’s “jazz” output, even crisp and incisive grooves. After all, when contemplating the nearest houseplant (literal or figurative), do you think of unfettered expressionism, or of something more boxed in, constrained, and maybe even a bit melancholy when contrasted with the wilder things growing outside the window (depending on where you live)? Well, it would be inaccurate to describe Houseplant as stifled music, the nearly epic title track might even be heard as soundtracking the titular foliage’s dream of escape, complete with the walls tumbling down, but at the very least Black, even with his often economical and even understated drumming here, seems intent on exploring how deeply held emotions can be expressed with a minimum of adornment. 

Guitarist Hilmar Jensson, employing a dirty, gravelly tone, is not the type of axeman who lets his fingers fly up and down the fretboard without his brain fully engaged, and there’s hardly anything that could be considered a “solo” here, he strums a lot of chords (last track “Downstrum” being aptly named), with the undercurrent of a ringing consistent drone almost functioning like a tamboura. In fact, among the quartet members, bassist Skuli Sverrisson might have the busiest fingers of all, during the opening “Inkionos” dancing along with Black on one of the disc’s fastest grooves while Jensson and saxophonist Chris Speed harmonize with long sustained notes across the top.

Meanwhile, Black and company throw in stylistic wrinkles that further complicate the picture -- Black uses his laptop to produce an Eno-esque ambient backdrop during “Littel”; the deep roaring distortion at the conclusion of “Adbear” could introduce a new genre (death grunge, anyone?); album highlight “Malomice” grooves with a vengeance; and “Cadmium Waits” is, comparatively speaking, downright funky. Meanwhile, one of jazz’s greatest drummers even lets loose now and then, and no one does that better -- even if Houseplant isn’t really jazz.