Joe Zawinul - Faces & Places (2002)
Front Cover Album Info
Artist/Composer Joe Zawinul
Title Faces & Places
Length 65:47 Discs: 1 Tracks: 14
Format CD-R (copy) (kopia) Packaging Jewel Case
Label ESC Cat. Number 03679-2
Style General Jazz; World Rating N/A
Recorded 2002  at  The Music Room, Malibu, CA
Credits
Producer Joe Zawinul
Mixing Ivan Zawinul
Mastering Ted Jensen
Producer Joachim Becker
Track list
01
Search 02:03
02
All About Simon 04:57
03
Introduction to Tower of Silence 01:29
04
Tower of Silence 06:09
05
Spirit of Julian "C" Adderley 05:31
06
Familiar to Me 04:39
07
Café Andalusia (A Day in Tunisia) 07:12
08
Good Day 05:11
09
Barefoot Beauty 06:15
10
Rooftops of Vienna 06:01
11
Borges Buenos Aires, Pt. 1 04:38
12
Borges Buenos Aires, Pt. 2 02:51
13
Siseya 02:35
14
East 12th Street Band 06:16
Notes
AMG Review (2 1/2):
Keyboardist/composer Joe Zawinul's accomplishments with Miles Davis, Cannonball Adderley, and Weather Report, amid his revolutionary approach to synths, cannot be undermined. In some instances, artists such as Zawinul set paradigms of excellence and inventiveness that might seem difficult to repeat. Naturally, the listener shouldn't expect any performer to continually rest on his or her laurels, or abide by a proven or perhaps unwavering formula. To that end, Zawinul's 2002 solo effort seems to be a summarization of his recent jazz/fusion/world music stylizations, witnessed by his Zawinul Syndicate band. As this solo effort offers more of the same. Here, the keyboardist enlists a multinational cast of percussionists (including ex-Weather Report personnel), vocalists, and soloists for an album that more or less mirrors his recent output. Regrettably, few if any of these works impart a permanent impression. Many of these arrangements feature Zawinul's wily synth passages and otherworldly Vocoder (digital EFX) based vocalese. He pays homage to his former employer, Julian "Cannonball" Adderley, on the piece titled "The Spirit of Julian "C" Adderley." While the basis for this production entails an array of rather predictable worldbeat-style discourses consisting of shifting percussion vamps, North African modalities, and quaint Austrian folk melodies. Sure, there are some touching moments to complement a few rousing opuses, yet this recording suffers from an overly routine, or habitual, approach. Overall, there are some compelling musical events to coincide with what appears to be a hodgepodge of contrasting notions stitched together. — Glenn Astarita