Album Review: Hiromi – The Trio Project ‘Voice’
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I have been constantly altering a list throughout my lifetime entitled, “Best Humans I’ve Ever Seen Do Things.” I have had the privilege of witnessing some spectacular individuals. Michael Jordan remains the greatest basketball player that I have ever seen grace the court. Peyton Manning is the greatest quarterback and arguably the greatest offensive mind of my football generation. When I start to think about the greatest musicians that I have ever seen live, the list becomes muddled and varies based upon my mood.
For a couple of years, though, a single musician has sat, unwavering near the top of my list. Hiromi Uehara was born in Hamamatsu, Japan on March 26, 1979. She began playing piano at age six, and started playing jazz at eight. A prodigy at an early age, Hiromi had performed with the Czech Philharmonic Orchestra by age 14. Before she had reached adulthood, a chance encounter with Chick Corea led to a guest spot alongside the legendary pianist during a performance on his tour of Japan.
Hiromi wrote jingles for a few years, composing songs for large Japanese corporations like Nissan. Eventually, she enrolled at Berklee College of music in Boston, where renowned pianist Ahmad Jamal mentored her. She was already signed with the jazz label Telarc before her graduation in 2003.
By the time I saw Hiromi’s quartet Sonicbloom in 2009, at the Blue Note in Manhattan, she was known by jazz aficionados worldwide as one of the planet’s premier musicians. Her moniker rang out like a Brazilian soccer player whose surname was all that proved necessary. Her style of play must not be too unlike riding shotgun with a professional racecar driver. Hiromi drives at a break-neck speed while remaining in complete control. The adrenaline flows as she plays at an impossible rate, but there is never a bead of sweat on her brow or a shred of indecision in her hands.
It was electrifying. In a promotional video for her 2011 album Voice, drummer Simon Phillips picked the perfect word to describe Hiromi, calling her “relentless.” Her solos stream one after another, an endless barrage of flawless, speed-infused mind benders. It was unlike anything I had ever seen. She obliterated jazz standards like “I’ve Got Rhythm” and “Caravan.” The show was so good that I immediately walked up to the box office and purchased another ticket for the following night.
Voice opens with the title track. A dark, descending piano progression. The progression dissolves into a single repeating note, ringing out like the proverbial dinner bell. Her right hand continues to sound the alarm while the left hand joins into a stronger version of the initial break down. A cymbal splashes and superstar Anthony Jackson enters on contrabass. The beat builds from there. The trio stays on course with the song’s melody, but it grows increasingly funky. The first track clocks in at 9:13 and serves as a statement for the rest of the album. This is not a pop-infused joy ride. Hiromi challenges her listeners, from their attention spans to their tolerance for experimentation.
Hiromi is at her most frivolous on “Now or Never.” This song sounds the most like her work with Sonicbloom, with Hiromi switching flawlessly back and forth from her Yamaha grand to the electric keys for the first time. For all you jam fans out there, this is what Mike Gordon and Trey Anastasio sound like in their wettest of dreams. “Now or Never” offers a legitimate give and take between Hiromi and the rest of the band. The song begins with a full-on onslaught from the trio before the drums and bass take the back seat mid way through. She waits to kick it into hyper speed this time, content to riff over her partners from the upper register. It’s at this point in the album that the trio’s collective voice begins to gel, and Phillips and Jackson sound most comfortable.
If there is a forgettable track on Voice, “Temptation” may be it. No real risks taken. That’s not to say that the song is dull, it just lacks the complex explosiveness that Hiromi’s projects typically entail. Whenever the song seems to pick up momentum, it recedes before capitalizing. That being said, “Temptation” serves as a welcome breather when taken in amongst the rest of the album.
“Labyrinth” proves an apt name. The song is confusing, without ever reaching the point of discomfort. The listener is lost, but it feels as if you’re lost with intention. Hiromi has designed this maze and your three guides will get you out of it. Jackson shines in the latter half of the track, playing some incredible lines.
The problem that Hiromi faces is the same one that confronts nearly every virtuoso: Where do you go from the top? I’m sure for the avid jazz fan, there are nuances to be discovered with everything that Hiromi plays. However, for the novice listener it has the potential to become redundant. In my opinion, the only way that Hiromi will be able to ensure that her music remains interesting for herself and her audience is through increasingly unusual collaborations. Bela Fleck serves as the model for this mindset with his exploration of Asia via Abigail Washburn and Africa through Throw Down Your Heart.
Surprisingly, the album’s last track proves its most successful and accessible. The trio’s take on Beethoven’s “Piano Sonata No. 8, Pathetique” is stunning. It begins with the same restrained melancholy that so many pianists have stroked over the years. But Hiromi quickly cuts to the core of the song’s melody. Coupled with Phillips’ subtle snare pattern, she breaks Beethoven’s piece down into a bluesy number that would feel at home in any smoke-filled bar. Here she proves, without question, that Beethoven got down and dirty in his time.
Hiromi may go down as one of the greatest musicians of our generation. However, with the Grammy’s recent decision to scale back the number of jazz categories, I wonder how many people will continue to discover artists like her. One thing is certain, I’ll be listening. Below is a recent video of The Trio Project. Watch and learn:
Written by Rob Peoni
Album Review: Youth Lagoon ‘The Year of Hibernation’
Potatoes, Blue Football Fields, Potatoes, BCS Hopes, Built to Spill, and more POTATOES! These are the first thoughts that come to mind when thinking about Boise, Idaho. Once, a town known strictly for potato production has quickly GROWN into a city with high hopes. Expanding culture and a new found winning identity has gradually pushed this town to adopt a new mentality. Boise indie-rock legends Built to Spill made dreaming acceptable. Their 1997 album Perfect from Now On followed by their 1999 EP Center of the Universe assisted in laying down the foundation. Shortly after their name was established and ripe the Boise State Football Broncos made dreaming a reality. The improbable upset in the 2007 Tostitos Fiesta Bowl of national powerhouse Oklahoma put Boise on the map. Football aside, it helped project the idea that anything is possible anywhere. Think of all the delicious sides that can be made with the potato. Examine cheesy mashed potatoes, French fries, sweet potatoes with caramelized onion, twice baked, skinned, hashed, smothered, covered, and even peppered. While the base remains the same the opportunities for variation and progression exist. 22-year-old Boise native Trevor Powers slices the spud his own way. It is this innovation that helps continue to bring optimism to this TaterTown that once just thought in starched reality.
Trevor Powers is the young mind behind his project Youth Lagoon. Signed to famous indie label Fat Possum, Youth Lagoon released its first LP The Year of Hibernation in September. Quickly picked up on blogs and played on major indie outlets such as Sirius XMU, Powers began to gain notoriety for his honesty. The Year of Hibernation is a free pass into Powers’ mind. I reflect and wonder how many other talented musicians have these abilities not only in Boise, but towns much smaller across our country? Untapped growth without the proper progression tools exists all around us. This is why Youth Lagoon’s should be recognized. Powers’ drive should inspire us. The vulnerability of his message should resonate with us. The title of his album is either extremely ironic or Powers is in fact resting after spending a year giving us this gift. This album floats just fine in anyone’s sea of reflection. He allows for his mind to enter our minds. He leaves me with the idea to just go.
Songs, “Cannons” and “Seventeen” stand out as the sails behind this ship. These two songs help to extend Powers’ message and make an eight song release sound much more full. The best advice I can give is not to sleep on The Year of Hibernation. Youth Lagoon is one of those artists that I appreciate. This could be all we hear from him, but at least he made something that I had to write about. Inspired intimacy. Beautiful. His message should not only go out to the good indie rock loving folk who read this blog, but also to the great people of the city of Boise. Think outside the potato, and the opportunities are endless.
Written by Brett McGrath
Concert Review: tUnE-yArDs Plays Rhino’s in Bloomington
Last week, I finally got my chance to watch an artist that I had placed on my short list of must-see acts. A couple of years ago I came across tUnE-yArDs at the urging of a friend who had recently seen them live. Their 2009, debut release BiRd-BrAiNs sufficed as singer Merrill Garbus’s experiment in vocal expression.
The album was harsh at times. A veritable mind-fuck mixture of vocal loops, African-influenced rhythm sections, ukulele riffs complete with audio samples of Garbus’s toddler eating blueberries. Describing tUnE-yArDs to someone who hasn’t heard it proves difficult. The concept sounds pretentious and artificial. What could a white chick from New England know about tribal rhythms and hip-hop hooks?
But then you hear it, and you realize that the mash-up works. This chick may actually know her shit. I’m not saying BiRd-BrAiNs was a non-stop joy ride. There are moments where the mad scientist’s potion proves trying for even the most patient and open-minded listener. But the disc has legitimate successes. “Hatari” sums this argument up perfectly. A recurring ukelele riff that mimics the thumb piano, or kalimba, accompanies a simple drum line that sounds as if it was beaten out upon a piece of aluminum siding.
“Hatari”’s verses are broken up by Garbus’s wailing vocal loops. The arrangements are primal, building upon one another like the cries of an entire asylum. The madness gives way, leaving Garbus screaming a capella: “There is a natural sound that wild things make when they’re bound/It rumbles in the ground, gurrah gurrah we all fall down/But when you hear the sound, ten thousand voices lost and found/Your rumble in the ground, gurrah gurrah we all fall down.”
Garbus is wild, and her sound is a natural one, albeit abrasive and unique. Every song feels like a journey deep into the subconscious of a human that has experienced some radically different sounds in her time than you have. BiRd-BrAiNs culminates in the joyous romp, “FIYA”. The lyrics address Garbus’s lack of confidence regarding her physical appearance. It resolves with her inner acceptance and the joy that comes with the realization that she deserves to be loved.
2011 brought W H O K I L L, a more accessible and listener-friendly follow-up. The album is every bit as adventurous as the debut, but it comes across as if Garbus has figured out what tUnE-yArDs is all about. It’s no longer an experiment, but a controlled chaos. The hip-hop influence is heavier on W H O K I L L. The recurring beats and addictive vocal hooks help to make this album a repeat listen in a way that BiRd-BrAiNs never accomplished.
All of this was on display last Wednesday at Rhino’s in Bloomington. Garbus was in complete control. When you hear an album like W H O K I L L, your first response will inevitably be—well surely she can’t do this live. But she does. The loops, while perhaps not as complex as album renditions, are every bit as impressive and satisfying. Her voice is chilling, with a range that rivals anyone’s. She has the unique ability to sound like a male blues singer one moment and release Mariah Careyesque squeals the next.
tUnE-yArDs is a captivating sight to behold. I found myself grinning, speechless, high-fiving friends as she ran through a non-stop sprint of a setlist that covered all of the favorites from W H O K I L L: “Powa”, “Bizness”, “Gangsta”, and “My Country” were all winners. With the exception of “Doorstep”, I heard just about everything that my heart desired. Garbus didn’t play much from BiRd-BrAiNs, but her rendition of “FIYA” was one that I will not forget for a long time.
Rhino’s was pretty full for a Wednesday night. The audience knew the songs, screaming along and dancing throughout. A handful of students near the front sported face-paint similar to that worn by Garbus and her bandmates. Though the show ran later than expected, no one appeared to mind, partying until well after midnight. I recommend that anyone within ear shot capitalize on the opportunity to witness the unique live performance that tUne-yArDs offers.
Written by Rob Peoni
Photograph by Brett McGrath
Watch tUne-yArDs latest video for “Gangsta” here: New Video: tUnE-yArDs “Gangsta”.





