Erik Truffaz - Arkhangelsk (2006)
Front Cover Album Info
Artist/Composer Erik Truffaz
Title Arkhangelsk
Length 58:08 Discs: 1 Tracks: 12
Format CD-R (copy) Packaging Jewel Case
Label Blue Note Cat. Number 3881102
Style Nu-Jazz; Pop Rating
Recorded 2006  at  Studio du Flon, Lausanne
Musicians Credits
Erik Truffaz trumpet
Patrick Muller piano, fender
Marcello Giuliani bass
Marc Erbetta drums
Ed Harcourt voice
Nya voice
Christophe voice
Producer Nicolas Pflug
Engineer Benoît Corboz
Mastering Lionel Nicod
Mixing Marcello Giuliani
Track list
01
Miss Kaba 05:49
02
Red Cloud 04:58
03
Trippin' The Lovelight Fantast 04:44
04
Snake Charmer Man 05:23
05
Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner 03:14
06
Les Nuits De Monsieur Naj 06:12
07
Arkhangelsk 03:42
08
L'Un Dans L'Autre 05:52
09
Akiko 05:30
10
Entre Le Ciel Et L'Eau 03:17
11
Anonymus 05:22
12
Manon 04:05
Notes
Erik Truffaz - trumpet
Patrick Muller - Fender Rhodes, Hammond organ, piano
Marcello Giuliani - Baby bass, electric bass
Marc Erbetta - drums, percussion
Ed Harcourt - voice (2, 4, 5)
Nya - voice (3)
Christophe - voice (8)




(diapazon.pl) Za i Przeciw:

Ten francuski trębacz zaczynał od klimatów nu-jazzowych, ale to co obecnie prezentuje trudno nazwać w ogóle jakimkolwiek jazzem. Z dużym wahaniem można określić to mianem smooth jazzu. Taka letnia muzyka na letnie dni, a najciekawiej robi się wtedy, gdy do muzyków dołączają wokaliści. Muzycy grają tak jakby chcieli grać muzykę popową i tak to trzeba odbierać - jako całkiem niezły album popowy. Wtedy ta muzyka może się nawet podobać. Nie zawsze przecież ma się ochotę na słuchanie ambitnego jazzowego grania. Ta płyta jest właśnie takim oddechem. Średnia i całkiem przeciętna, ale da się posłuchać.
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Here, French trumpeter Truffaz is wandering into an introverted landscape, taking his three regular playing partners on a journey that will involve collaborations with a trio of vocalists.

The album's ten tracks are divided equally between these instrumental and vocal pieces. The opening "Miss Kaba" sets up a travellin' pulse, with which Truffaz acolytes will be familiar. Truffaz has been marinated in the deep romanticism of Chet Baker and Miles Davis, but he also shares a granulated whisper with Jon Hassell and Arve Henriksen. Veering away from overt funkiness, the emphasis here is on balladry, or at least softly ruminating soundtracks for non-existent movies.

It's the three tracks penned with British singer-songwriter Ed Harcourt that cause the most unpleasantness. "Red Cloud" features the kind of vocal employed by a pompadoured metal band for their token ballad number; "Snake Charmer Man" could be from the blander end of Canterbury prog and "Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner" is the best of the three, making a clunky, old-timey stumble. "Trippin' The Lovelight Fantastic" fares better, with the oleaginous rap-poetic intonations of Nya feeling more appropriate to the band's sound.

"Les Nuits De Monsieur Naj" and the title cut keep things instrumental, the first a soft ballad that edges into a proggy theme. Again, this is courtesy of Patrick Muller, whose Hammond organ work adds much appealing texture, prompting Truffaz to discover some exceptionally low notes on his horn. Then, "Arkhangelsk" remains in slow mode, also awash with organ, feeding Erik a soulful Ann Peebles "I Can't Stand The Rain" vibe to coax out some delicate solos.

Singer Christophe goes for some old-fashioned Parisian smooching on "L'un Dans L'Autre", but it's "Akiko" that makes the listener yearn for an outbreak of uptempo funking. It's a rubbery stepper that benefits from Muller's Fender Rhodes jabbing, flying over a light-touch bassline and skipping drums. The closing "Entre Le Ciel Et L'eau" is another slowie, with a very melancholic charge, a different kind of introversion.

There's a vague attempt at conceptuality with the album title, named after the Russian city, just north of Moscow. Truffaz attempts to link the experience of waking to a panoramic vision of rickety houses with the later discovery of 'anarchitect' Richard Greaves' patchwork huts. This unconvincing attempt to explain his music is in keeping with the album's own confused orientation. Not so much an involving variety as a confusion of stylistic droppings.

Martin Longley (2007-06-21)