Artist: Akira Sakata & Chikamorachi with Masahiko Satoh
Album: Proton Pump
Genre: Avant-Garde Jazz, Free Improvisation
Quality: mp3, 320 kbps
Proton Pump 13:55
Bullet Apoptosis 08:01
Chemiosmotic Coupling of Acorn 16:10
Voyage of Eukaryote 05:43
On the new “Proton Pump”, two Japanese living legends – reedist Akira Sakata and pianist Masahiko Satoh, perform with the younger generation American rhythm duo of Chikamorachi (bassist Darin Gray and drummer Chris Corsano) – live in Tokyo.
Satoh was a key figure in Japanese free jazz in the late 60s-early 70s, who later flirted with fusion and still releases albums time to time. Akira Sakata was another Japanese celebrity, playing with Yosuke Yamashita trio for years, later he started a solo career and is surprisingly active till now – he’s possibly the best avant-garde jazz sax player in modern Japan.
Americans Chicamorachi were founded in 2005 and are very prolific, playing with the world’s leading free improv artists, such as Jim O’Rourke, Merzbow, Keiji Haino among others.
“Proton Pump”, recorded more than two years ago, is a classic avant-garde album of the old school. Starting from the cover art radiating the spirit of the early 70s, and finishing with a clear perfectly mixed worm sound. Sakata is the dominating figure here, with his mad genius screaming sax solos and shamanic vocalizations, but the whole quartet is simply of the highest class. Satoh plays high energy piano out of his trade-mark “science as significant part of the music” which sounded revolutionary in 1969, but too often destroys many of his later albums. Chicamorachi sound muscular, young and hungry – they add strong modernity scent to the surprisingly unsentimental music of two Japanese veterans.
Just four songs (vinyl album’s size – as if CD format still doesn’t exist!), perfectly played, well executed, all the time variable, but under full control of the band. A lot of tunes have almost lyrical sax timbres at moments – and not even the smallest trace of nostalgia.
This album is a really rare example of when generally over-explored and too often repetitive music sounds fresh, as if half of this century hasn’t already passed.