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Alice Zawadzki/Fred Thomas/Misha Mullov-Abbado: Za Górami (ECM 2810)

| Tyran Grillo

Alice Zawadzki
Fred Thomas
Misha Mullov-Abbado
Za Górami

Alice Zawadzki voice, violin
Fred Thomas piano, vielle, drums
Misha Mullov-Abbado double bass
Recorded June 2023 at Auditorio Stelio Molo RSI, Lugano
Engineer: Stefano Amerio
Cover painting: Emmanuel Barcilon
Produced by Manfred Eicher
Release date: September 13, 2024

Collected on our travels and taught to us by our friends, these are songs we have learnt and loved together. Gathered from Argentina, France, Venezuela, Poland, and the deep well of Sephardic culture, these folk tales speak to the moon, the mountains, the rain, the madness of humans, and the prophecies of birds.

The above is more than a collective artist statement from Alice Zawadzki (voice, violin), Fred Thomas (piano, vielle, drums), and Misha Mullov-Abbado (double bass). It’s also an example of how traditions, regardless of geographical distance, are organs of a larger body. Said body is literal, not metaphorical, insofar as it connects all of humanity at the internal level (the blood), even when the external (the voice) seems so disparate. The album’s title, Za Górami, says the same. Although it translates to “Behind the Mountains,” it is the Polish idiomatic equivalent of “Once upon a time…,” less a prompting of place than of possibility—not unlike the selections gathered here.

Within the trio’s curation of material, there is a liberal sprinkling of Sephardic songs. And yet, while some of the most well-worn treasures of the repertoire, including “Los Bilbilikos” (The Nightingales) and the lullaby, “Nani Nani,” are to be expected, the tact of each arrangement is remarkable. Even when the latter builds to an almost rapturous conclusion, it never loses sight of slumber’s healing effect. Such restraint is only made possible by a receding musicianship that lets the verses speak for themselves. This is increasingly rare to hear in Ladino programs, which can feel over-arranged as early music ensembles seek to outdo one another, favoring the interpreters over the interpreted. Not so in the hands of Zawadzki, who pours vocal plaster into “Dezile A Mi Amor” (Tell My Love) and “Arvoles Lloran Por Lluvias” (The Trees Weep For Rain) as if they were footprints in a landscape to be disturbed as little as possible. The tone and shape she brings to even wordless improvisations constitute natural delineations of their source material.

In Gustavo Santaolalla’s “Suéltate Las Cintas” (Untie The Ribbons), we find a most suitable modern companion. Steeped in the composer’s characteristically cinematic qualities, it lends itself to broader strokes in an instrumental economy. Thomas’s pianism is a warm evening breeze that equalizes the ambient air of its chamber and the lovers breathing it in. Its denouement alongside Mullov-Abbado’s heartbeat weaves a veil of privacy before Zawadzki renders their ecstasy a poetic afterimage. Another kindred spirit awaits in “Tonada De Luna Llena” (Song Of The Full Moon) by Venezuelan singer Simón Díaz, which yields some of the most evocative descriptions:

I saw a black heron
Fighting with the river
That’s how your heart
Falls in love with mine

The moon, even when not explicitly mentioned, is a constant presence in these songs, shining on the maiden in “Je Suis Trop Jeunette” (I’m Too Young, after Nicolas Gombert) who dreams of being swept away from her family. Her internal conflict is only heightened by the prepared piano in the upper registers, which carries over into the title song by Zawadzki, after the Polish traditional about a girl who defies her mother and ends up dancing her life away. “Gentle Lady,” Thomas’s setting of James Joyce, is a folk song in and of itself, stepping out of time to unravel its literary knot with grace.

ECM listeners familiar with the label projects of Savina Yannatou, Arianna Savall, and Amina Alaoui will feel swathed in comfort here, even as they are caught up in the unique flow that only this trio can bring forth from the hillsides of their wanderings. How fortunate we are that their paths have aligned on this side of the mountains.

Yuuko Shiokawa/András Schiff: Brahms/Schumann (ECM New Series 2815)

| Tyran Grillo

Yuuko Shiokawa
András Schiff
Brahms/Schumann

Yuuko Shiokawa violin
András Schiff piano
Recorded December 2015 (Brahms)
and January 2019 (Schumann)
Auditorio Stelio Molo RSI, Lugano
Engineer: Stephan Schellmann
Cover photo: Nadia F. Romanini
Produced by Manfred Eicher
Release date: October 11, 2024

In their second full disc for ECM New Series, violinist Yuuko Shiokawa and pianist András Schiff present two 19th-century sonatas of the highest caliber by Johannes Brahms (1833-1897) and Robert Schumann (1810-1856). The first half of the program is taken by Brahms’s Violin Sonata No. 1 in G major, op. 78. Composed in 1878, immediately after his violin concerto, it is affectionately known as the “Regenliedsonate” (Rain Sonata) for references to his two songs, “Regenlied” (Rain Song) and “Nachklang” (Lingering Sound), both gifted to Clara Schumann for her 54th birthday. We can easily share in her gratitude for finding those melodies she so cherished incorporated into a sonata of abundant riches, especially when considering that Brahms burned his early attempts at the genre. “Regenlied” opens the first and third movements, growing from the earth not as a sprout but as a fully formed tree. Like time-lapse photography, it allows us to see an entire life cycle in hindsight before we can fully grasp what is being reflected upon. Between the seamless notecraft in the violin and the piano’s dynamic underpinning, there is an orchestral sensibility at play. Despite the lively development, the outer husk is rooted in melancholy and emotional density. It whispers when it dances, shouts when it prays. The central Adagio is more funereal by contrast. As the violin works its lines from inner to outer sanctum, it never lets the wind get in the way of its grief. Meanwhile, the piano is more insistent and rouses its companion from slumber into the sharper edges of reality, leading it through every turn thereof without so much as a nick. The final stretch works through shaded pathways and hard-to-reach areas with sublime attention to detail, ending on a transcendent double stop.

Although Brahms’ great admirer Robert Schumann had never written a violin sonata, at the urging of Ferdinand David (concertmaster from the Leipzig Gewandhaus and the dedicatee of Mendelssohn’s violin concerto), he eventually relented. However, being displeased with his first attempt, he dedicated the Violin Sonata No. 2 in d minor, op. 121, to David instead. Clara and violinist Joseph Joachim gave its premiere in 1853. A massive piece in four parts, it turns the concept of “chamber music” on its head. Unlike this program’s accompanying sonata, it takes its time to mature (at 13 minutes, the opening movement alone is exactly half the length of Brahms’ entire sonata). It is also a profound litmus test of any duo’s attempts at the form, and in that respect, Schiff and Shiokawa defer to the score instead of their egos. The second movement is a soft burst of energy, giving shape to each motivic cell as if it were a brief dance to be savored before its steps are forgotten. From flowing to syncopated, we are carried through the third movement on the back of a groundswell that always keeps its shape, only enlarging and reducing before morphing into a tender staccato. The final movement is a masterclass in controlled drama that feels made for these four hands.

The sensitive playing, which gives its fullest, most heartfelt attention to every detail, is only matched by the recording. Engineer Stephan Schellmann brings a somewhat distant quality to the proceedings so as not to cloud the listener’s judgment with virtuosity. Instead, we are invited to sit in the back of the room, letting the music find us of its own volition, ready and waiting.

Veljo Tormis: Reminiscentiae (ECM New Series 2793)

| Tyran Grillo

Veljo Tormis
Reminiscentiae

Estonian Philharmonic Chamber Choir
Tallinn Chamber Orchestra
Tõnu Kaljuste conductor
Veiko Tubin reciter
Annika Lõhmus, Triin Sakermaa soprano
Maria Valdmaa soprano
Iris Oja mezzo-soprano
Indrek Vau trumpet
Madis Metsamart percussion
Linda Vood flute
Recorded October/November 2020 at Methodist Church, Tallinn
Engineer: Tammo Sumera
Cover photo: Mari Kaljuste
Executive producer: Manfred Eicher
Release date: September 8, 2023

“I do not use folk song. It is folk song that uses me.”

The above words, famously spoken by Veljo Tormis (1930-2017), ring truer than ever in Reminiscentiae, the first album under conductor Tõnu Kaljuste devoted to the Estonian composer since his passing. The program guides listeners through a chain of foundational works, many of which receive their world premiere recordings here. None speaks to the ethos at hand quite like Tornikell minu külas (The Tower Bell in My Village). Scored for choir, two sopranos, reciter, and bell, it is the result of a commission by Kaljuste in 1978, who noted that many church bells were silent in Soviet Estonia, rendering houses of worship little more than empty shells. Because the tower bell signaled to all, regardless of age or creed, to take pause and know that the divine was watching over them, it was anathema to a self-interested secular government. And so, Tormis incorporated native folk songs to amplify the voice of the people, along with verses by Portuguese poet Fernando Pessoa, whose evocations (spoken here in Estonian by reciter Veiko Tubin) set a profound precedent: “I can see as much of the universe from my village as can be seen from anywhere on earth.” Through the tolling bell dotting the music as it unfolds, this sentiment reveals an underlying philosophical refrain that teeters between the sacred and the profane. As it continues to resound, only the soul can sing in return without fear of being heard by the wrong ears.

Mure murrab meele (Worry Breaks the Spirit) for choir and orchestra (1972/2020) is among a handful of works arranged by Kaljuste that also include Helletused (Herding Calls) for choir, soprano, and orchestra (1982/2020) and Hamleti laul I (Hamlet’s Song I) for choir and orchestra (1965/2020). Whereas the former intertwines memories of childhood with rural traditions, the latter sets the work of Estonian poet Paul-Eerik Rummo. This dark and brooding piece finds Hamlet confronted with discomforting repetitions and images he would much rather escape in favor of a self-sufficient world. As time and tide march on without him, he is left in stasis, pacing circles around his regrets.

Longtime listeners will rejoice to hear “Lauliku lapsepõli” (The Singer’s Childhood), reprised from 1999’s Litany To Thunder, in the full context of Kurvameelsed laulud (Melancholy Songs) for mezzo-soprano and orchestra (1979). This tripartite work cuts into the night like a knife into dark wood, leaving behind a distinct array of melodic shapes. It mixes youthful naivety with geriatric wisdom, while the orchestra adds selective commentary along the way.

All of these songs are spokes to the hub of the Reminiscentiae for orchestra. Composed between 1962 and 1969, they represent a cycle of all four seasons in a series of vignettes, of which Sügismaastikud (Autumn Landscapes) is the most cinematic. Of particular note are “Üle taeva jooksevad pilved” (Clouds Racing Across the Sky), which sweeps us up in its delicate urgency, and “Tuul kõnnumaa kohal” (Wind Along the Heath), with its tense drama. I dare say either would fit perfectly into a Hayao Miyazaki film. Talvemustrid (Winter Patterns) slows its heartbeat to the rhythm of hibernation. It rewards us with a view of the Northern Lights, while a trumpet resounds below in appreciation. The wind returns in Kevadkillud (Spring Sketches), only much smoother and more accommodating to changes in direction. As flora make themselves known in “Lehtivad pungad” (Buds Leafing Out), we feel the shift in the air before dances leap across the landscape, resting in the cuckoo’s call. Suvemotiivid (Summer Motifs) moves from arid climates, through a thunderstorm, toward a tender evening. Also included in the cycle is Kolm mul oli kaunist sõna (Three I Had Those Words of Beauty), which features Lina Vood on flute. It is a pastoral masterpiece that, along with the rest, allows us to appreciate Tormis anew through an instrumental lens.

Although Tormis’s music was rarely heard outside his native land until ECM opened the door, now that it has become a part of the global landscape, how privileged we are to sit at its feet and contemplate its observations at a time when people and places are burning at the stake. If anything, this is the album’s purpose: to unfold our memories until they are big enough to fit more of our thoughts, musings, and written words. Like time itself, it holds only as much as it is given.

Anouar Brahem: After The Last Sky (ECM 2838)

| Tyran Grillo

Anouar Brahem
After The Last Sky

Anouar Brahem oud
Anja Lechner violoncello
Django Bates piano
Dave Holland double bass
Recorded May 2024
Auditorio Stelio Molo RSI, Lugano
Engineer: Stefano Amerio
Cover: Emmanuel Barcilon
Produced by Manfred Eicher
Release date: March 28, 2025

Where should we go after the last frontiers?
Where should the birds fly after the last sky?
–Mahmoud Darwish

After The Last Sky marks the return of oud virtuoso and composer Anouar Brahem to ECM, eight years after Blue Maqams. That groundbreaking album also featured pianist Django Bates and bassist Dave Holland, both of whom are retained here, along with a new addition in cellist Anja Lechner. The result is a culmination of culminations, blending Brahem’s evolving integrations of jazz, European classical music, and, of course, the modal Arabic maqams at their core. Gaza was firmly on his mind leading up to and during the recording, and the titles reflect this awareness in a contemplative way. Despite the music’s delicacy (if not because of it), it offers prescient meditations on the horrors of violence that, sadly, seem to be the most inescapable leitmotif in the symphony of our species. That said, Brahem is not interested in proselytizing. “What may evoke sadness for one person may arouse nostalgia for another,” he says. “I invite listeners to project their own emotions, memories or imaginations, without trying to ‘direct’ them.” By the same token, notes Adam Shatz in his liner essay, “as with ‘Alabama,’ John Coltrane’s harrowing elegy for the four girls killed in the 1963 bombing of a Black Church by white supremacists, or ‘Quartet for the End of Time,’ composed by Olivier Messiaen in a German prisoner of war camp, your experience of Brahem’s album can only be enhanced by an awareness of the events that brought it into being.” Either way, After The Last Sky invites us into a conversation between ourselves and the political realities we would rather avoid.

And so, when wrapped in the tattered garment of “Remembering Hind” to start, we must remind ourselves that music, like life, is only what we can experience of it. If something never enters our sphere of awareness, it might as well not exist, which is precisely why we so often choose to ignore rather than engage. Here, we are given a space in which to reconcile those two attitudes, in full recognition that the sacred is forged from the ashes of the profane and that beauty is a fragile compromise for destruction. In some ways, this contradiction is inherent to Brahem’s instrument and its vulnerabilities, which he animates from within.

The more we encounter, the less we can deny our complicity in suffering. Whether in the post-colonial shades of “Edward Said’s Reverie” or the painful imagery of “Endless Wandering” and “Never Forget,” the weight of exile weighs on our shoulders. Meanwhile, the instruments take on distinct personas. Bates is the bringer of prayer, Holland is the bringer of faith, and Lechner is the bringer of community. Through it all, Brahem is the one who brings trust. Through his establishments, he reminds us that intangible actions have very physical consequences. By the thick threads he pulls through “In the Shade of Your Eyes,” we draw close for comfort in the afterglow of bombs.

Despite the sadness casting its pall over this journey, there are way stations where gravity has less of a hold on us and where, I daresay, hope becomes possible again. This is nowhere truer than in “The Eternal Olive Tree,” an improvisation between Brahem and Holland. As bittersweet as it is brief, it finds the oudist feeding on the bassist’s groove as if it were a ration to be savored, not knowing where sustenance might come from next. Other sparks of resignation are carefully breathed upon in “Dancing Under the Meteorites,” “The Sweet Oranges of Jaffa,” and “Awake.” In all of these, Lechner’s playing transports us to another level, inspiring Brahem to dramatic improvisational catharsis (yet always restrained enough to maintain his sanity). The album ends with “Vague.” Among his most timeless pieces, it is lovingly interpreted. Bates renders the underlying arpeggios with artful grace, while Holland and Lechner open the scene like a hymnal for all with ears to hear.

I close with another quote from Shatz, who writes: “Brahem’s album is not simply a chronicle of Gaza’s destruction; but its very existence, it offers an indictment of the ‘rules-based order’ that has allowed this barbarism to happen.” Thus, what we are left with is an indictment of indifference, as profound as it is melodic. What Brahem and his band have done here, then, is not to simply make an album of beautiful music (which it is) but rather to offer themselves as a living sacrifice to the altar of reckoning to which we all must bow if we are to make a difference that matters. When we are stripped of all we have, music is what remains.

Julia Hülsmann Quartet: Under The Surface (ECM 2837)

| Tyran Grillo

Julia Hülsmann Quartet
Under The Surface

Julia Hülsmann piano
Uli Kempendorff tenor saxophone
Marc Muellbauer double bass
Heinrich Köbberling drums
with
Hildegunn Øiseth trumpet, goat horn
Recorded June 2024 at Rainbow Studio, Oslo
Engineer: Martin Abrahamsen
Cover photo: Thomas Wunsch
Produced by Thomas Herr
Release date: January 31, 2025

To the well-oiled machine that is the Julia Hülsmann Quartet is added a seamless recruit in the form of Norwegian trumpeter Hildegunn Øiseth, who joins pianist Hülsmann, saxophonist Uli Kempendorff, bassist Marc Muellbauer, and drummer Heinrich Köbberling for half of a fresh in-house setlist. After the trumpeter played with the quartet live in Berlin in 2023, the idea for an album was sparked, and so, Under The Surface was born.

But it’s the quartet under the banner of Hülsmann’s pen in “They Stumble, They Walk” that the album shows us just how much she and her bandmates can swing with their eyes closed. Her almost nonchalant colorations from the keyboard elicit atmospheric veracity from the start, setting the stage against a light-footed rhythm section for Kempendorff’s equally effortless freestyling. The result is a sound that is as hip as it is informed by the rudiments, paying homage to both melody and groove, and never letting go of either.

Most of the core band material is also composed by the pianist, including “Anti Fragile,” a geometrically inflected romp that recalls the work of Vijay Iyer, and “Trick,” an especially propulsive experience in which the composer turns up the heat without ever losing control. The same applies to Kempendorff, whose more fragile lines are no less fortified. His tenoring traces a robust mood throughout his “Milkweed Monarch,” yielding a solo highlight from Muellbauer before tapering off into an almost subliminal ending. The bassist’s own “Second Thoughts” is a master class in self-examination built on subtle drum work.

Muellbauer also contributes to the program portions with Øiseth, whose soloing in “Nevergreen” brings the wind to the proverbial earth and fire. Whether in “May Song” and “Bubbles” (both by Köbberling), one a tone poem and the other featuring a turn on goat horn for a dollop of farm-to-table lyricism, or in “The Earth Below,” a duet with Hülsmann, she understands how to abide by a melody while still being free and true to herself. Like a candle that must remain lit, she cups her hands around the flame to keep it lit. And in the concluding title track, she soars overhead newly invigorated, ready for the next adventure.

Of all the Hülsmann albums to grace the ECM catalog thus far, I’d say this one has the most variety. There is also a sense of camaraderie that only deepens with each new release, and in this instance, it practically leaps from the speakers and envelops you in a warm embrace.

Gary Burton/Kirill Gerstein: The Visitors (ECM 2853)

| Tyran Grillo

Gary Burton
Kirill Gerstein
The Visitors

Kirill Gerstein piano
Gary Burton vibraphone
Recorded May 2012 at Chenery Auditorium, Kalamazoo
Release date: June 12, 2025

Vibraphonist Gary Burton first met pianist Kirill Gerstein in Saint Petersburg, Russia, in the early 1990s and almost immediately recognized his talent. So began a logistical saga that culminated two years later in brokering passage for Gerstein and his mother to come to America, where the young prodigy enrolled as a 14-year-old at Berklee College of Music under Burton’s mentorship. Although Gerstein has since pursued a career in his first love of classical music, he has worked increasingly with improvisers such as Brad Mehldau and, in the present recording, none other than Burton himself. After winning the prestigious Gilmore Artist Award in 2010, Gerstein used his prize money to commission a series of pieces and immediately thought of Chick Corea. Gerstein proposed that Corea write a piece for him and Burton that combined both through-composed and partially improvised sections. The result was “The Visitors,” a 12-minute masterpiece that premiered at the 2012 Gilmore International Piano Festival. This recording was their second live performance of it and had only been made known to the musicians recently. Now, we have it released via ECM as a digital-only single.

Grounded in a Latin ostinato in 7/4 with a “looping groove” as Gerstein calls it, it gives organic flight to the musicians’ most uplifting impulses. As Burton makes his entrance, the duo aligns in staccato gestures before giving way to fluid diversions. The transition between what’s on and off the page is seamless, giving way to a beautiful modalism that transcends genre and time. Hearing Burton, now retired, in a relatively new recording is a joy in itself, and one can feel his history with Gerstein in their dialogue. The pianist’s solo turns are as playful as they are on point, never wavering from the dream of what the instrument can achieve when cut from the ties of expectation. His abilities are more than apparent and lend themselves to ecstatic interpretations. Burton’s occasional stretches of pedal mesh with Gerstein’s stippled approach perfectly, allowing the breath of life to animate their music making. The pianist’s rare acuity in both classical and jazz gives him the credibility to channel Corea, whose own history with Burton is also palpably evident. What a gift to behold in these times of darkness, a lighthouse for our wayward seafaring souls.

The Visitors is available for streaming and download here.

Henriksen/Seim/Jormin/Ounaskari: Arcanum (ECM 2795)

| Tyran Grillo

Arve Henriksen
Trygve Seim
Anders Jormin
Markku Ounaskari
Arcanum

Arve Henriksen trumpet, electronics
Trygve Seim soprano and tenor saxophones
Anders Jormin double bass
Markku Ounaskari drums, percussion
Recorded March 2023 at The Village Recording, Copenhagen
Engineer: Thomas Vang
Recording supervision: Guido Gorna
Mixed January 2025 by Manfred Eicher and Michael Hinreiner (engineer) at Bavaria Studios, Munich
Cover photo: Hubert Klotzek
Produced by Manfred Eicher
Release date: May 2, 2025

Arcanum brings together trumpeter Arve Henriksen, saxophonist Trygve Seim, bassist Anders Jormin, and drummer Markku Ounaskari. It is the first album for these longtime associates and ECM luminaries as a standalone quartet, following their previous collaborations with folk singer and kantele virtuoso Sinikka Langeland on Starflowers, The Land That Is Not, and The Magical Forest. In their element here, they look through a prism of shared influences toward something greater than their sum.

Seim’s opening tune, “Nokitpyrt,” is a nod to the greats of Scandinavian jazz (the title is Triptykon backwards, referencing Jan Garbarek’s 1972 watershed recording). It staggers its way forward, but never in doubt of where its feet will land. The horns converse soulfully, as they also do in “Trofast,” Seim’s other contribution to the set. Jormin offers two of his own in the form of “Koto,” a familiar gem that takes on new light through the glorious expanse of Seim’s tenor, and “Elegy,” written with these bandmates in mind on the first day of the war in Ukraine. That the musicians manage to elicit such a wealth of energy in such quietude is nothing short of astonishing. Jormin’s loving arrangement of the Ornette Coleman classic “What Reason Could I Give” and a take on the Kven/Finnish traditional “Armon Lapset” complete the predetermined material. The latter’s bipolar approach, by turns subdued and unbound, allows the band to free-wheel its way into uncharted waters.

And in fact, the lion’s share of the session consists entirely of spontaneous music making. First among these is “Blib A,” a brief yet evocative palate cleanser for the ears that comes second in the set list and once again proves the brilliance of Manfred Eicher in his placement and ordering of tracks into a narrative we can feel. Many of these pieces, such as the softly sunlit “Morning Meditation” and the memory-laden “Shadow Tail,” are almost as brief. Yet what truly impresses in these freely improvised wonders is their subtle and tasteful incorporation of electronics, courtesy of Henriksen. The musicians leverage this extra color to great effect as a bed for soulful sopranism and kindred trumpet (“Lost in Vanløse”), temperance for cymbal scraping (“Polvere Uno”), and tidal pull for distance tenoring (“Fata Morgana”). At any given moment, they are a source of deep comfort and hope.

Ironically, “Folkesong,” despite being ad-libbed, comes across as the most structured and traditional tune by comparison. Ounaskari’s tender brushes add a subtle undercarriage for this train ride, while Seim’s lilting sopranism gives way to Henriksen’s electronically enhanced calls. But even the most flowing tracks, like “Old Dreams” (another ECM reference, perhaps?) and “Pharao” (a highlight for its mind-melded horns), articulate with eye-through-the-needle precision. And in “La Fontaine,” with its late-night streets and evocations of urban solitude, we find ourselves at last coming home, different from when we first stepped out the door.

Arcanum is an experience of new directions born to longstanding impulses that says only what it needs to say—nothing more, nothing less.

Mathias Eick: Lullaby (ECM 2825)

| Tyran Grillo

Mathias Eick
Lullaby

Mathias Eick trumpet, voice, keyboard
Kristjan Randalu piano
Ole Morten Vågan double bass
Hans Hulbækmo drums
Recorded January 2024 at Rainbow Studio, Oslo
Engineer: Martin Abrahamsen
Cover: Fidel Sclavo
Executive producer: Manfred Eicher
Release date: February 14, 2025

On Lullaby, Mathias Eick returns to ECM with a fresh quartet exploring eight originals. In addition to broadening his wingspan, the album marks a culmination of his creative evolution (if not also his evolutionary creativity). The trumpeter intensifies his aesthetic even as he opens it to new possibilities of freedom and expression. I can only analogize his relationship to his compositions to that of a father and his children, watching them grow and come into their own, even while knowing a part of him will always reside in their DNA.

Among his bandmates this time around, ECM listeners will be familiar with pianist Kristjan Randalu and bassist Ole Morten Vågan, while drummer Hans Hulbækmo is a newcomer to the label. It is, in fact, the latter whose presence is most deeply felt from the album’s first moments. His delicate establishment of “September” lays an open-bordered groove before Morten Vågan and Randalu make their introductions, pouring out grace from evocative pitchers of thought. Eick’s trumpet joins waveringly yet surely, never doubting its message and trusting in a higher power to give him a voice within and without his primary instrument.

The title track is the most inward-looking of the set. It serves as an especially suitable vehicle for Randalu, who builds on a tragic theme with selfless contemplation, giving Eick more than enough room to cushion the traumas of global politics (having been written in response to the violence in Israel and Gaza). Next is “Partisan,” a mid-tempo wonder grounded in Morten Vågan’s bassing, which shapes every turn of phrase as if it were the first. There is something vividly sunlit about the band’s sound, as emphasized by Eick’s falsetto vocals, which add such warmth of character (as they also do on “Free”). “My Love” is dedicated to the trumpeter’s wife, swelling from a pianistic intro into an overwhelmingly joyful ride. Randalu unpacks every vow as a memory in the making. Eick’s own soloing lends depth and breadth, examining the self and bowing in humility to having known such happiness in a world filled with suffering.

“May” offers one of the strongest melodies of the album, jumping into the swimming pool of the heart and doing a full breast stroke for nearly five minutes. Randalu’s harmonizations are affectionately articulated and give the tune just the uplift it needs to separate from its shadow. Meanwhile, the underlying pulse from Hulbækmo is bold yet never overbearing. “Hope” is another star turn for Randalu, who genuinely feels like he has always been a part of the Eick orbit despite being a new collaborator. A quiet tenderness gives the pianist a wide canvas on which to paint, while Hulbækmo adds light and shadow only where needed.

The gravelly beginning of “Vejle” opens into some darker strains, even as dawn beckons. A bright groove ensues, sending Randalu on a sojourner’s mission in which the sacred and the profane align. Eick’s soloing is at its freest here and shows just how unbound he has become in his playing.

While all the qualities that listeners have come to expect from the bandleader—the unabashed cinematic qualities and flowing atmospheres—are all present, it’s as if the camera has zoomed in a bit more on Lullaby. We get more close-ups than panning shots. At first blush, it almost sounds like a Manu Katché record, and likely gives itself nakedly to the blush of our interpretation. But as the distinctive qualities of its interplay become clear, we bear witness to a collective voice unlike any other. The result is a watershed moment for all concerned.

This, along with Dino Saluzzi’s El Viejo Caminante, is an easy contender for the top release of 2025.

Joe Lovano: Homage (ECM 2845)

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Joe Lovano
Homage

Joe Lovano tenor saxophone, tarogato, gongs
Marcin Wasilewski piano
Slawomir Kurkiewicz double bass
Michal Miskiewicz drums
Recorded November 2023
Van Gelder Studio, New Jersey
Engineers: Maureen Sickler and Don Sickler (assistant)
Mixed by Manfred Eicher and Michael Hinreiner (engineer)
Bavaria Musikstudios, Munich, October 2024
Cover: Fidel Sclavo
Album produced by Manfred Eicher
Release date: April 25, 2025

Saxophonist Joe Lovano’s collaboration with pianist Marcin Wasilewski, bassist Slawomir Kurkiewicz, and drummer Michal Miskiewicz has evolved remarkably since the release of Arctic Riff and En attendant. While the quartet was knee-deep in its Village Vanguard residency during the fall of 2023, they stepped into New Jersey’s Van Gelder Studio to record this album, riding the wave of their live performances. Those who may have questioned the quartet’s intentions the first two times around may just find themselves now humbled. The third time is indeed the charm and proof positive that self-examination is a vital part of what makes this such a human endeavor.

“Paying Homage, Giving Thanks, Projections and Reflections is a way of life for me,” writes Lovano in his liner note, and, perhaps more than ever, we can feel the visceral charge behind that philosophy, which guides his horn throughout six substantial tunes. Of those, only the opener, “Love In The Garden” by Zbigniew Seifert, bears the name of another composer. Not only is it a beautiful welcome, with pitch-perfect trio work and Lovano’s plasticity, but it also proves that where there’s smoke, there need not necessarily be fire. Lovano’s “Golden Horn” follows with 10 minutes of quasi-spiritual sound paths. In addition to tenor, he dialogues on percussion with Miskiewicz and later switches to the tarogato as the rhythms intensify. Such costume changes are playful and thoroughly enjoyable to encounter.

The title track pays tribute where it is due: “The piece is dedicated to Manfred and the label’s history,” Lovano says. “I grew up listening to ECM recordings, because those were the cats that I wanted to play with, and it turned out to be the music that gave me a lot of direction.” It’s also a testament to the label’s progression from free jazz to modern cool and everything in between, never wavering from a certain underlying ethos.

“This Side – Catville” is a veritable sound collage. Like a train running instead of rolling, it forgoes the tracks laid before it in favor of pushing its way through trees, over rivers, and around mountains in search of its own mode of being. Lovano is unbound, as is Wasilewski, who takes inspiration from the wake and stirs it into a fresh concoction over Kurkiewicz’s distinct bedrock. This 12-minute juggernaut is hugged by two brief improvisations from Lovano that are exploratory and never forced, showing that he is always in deference to the unknown.

I know not everyone has been keen on this project, but if anything, Homage proves that the worth of jazz isn’t always determined by its creature comforts. Rather, it depends on whether the listener feels acknowledged. And in that respect, we are invited with open arms and open hearts to sit, stay awhile, and nourish ourselves on music that fills more than the ears—it fills the belly as well.