On his second disc as a leader, alto saxophonist Robbins slides along the corridor between jazz-funk and a more improvised sound, setting his lilting horn lines against Eliot Krimsky’s chunky, often distorted keyboard tones and Sam Sadigursky’s simpatico tenor sax. The colors are dark but vivid. Robbins’ compositions all tend to shift and mutate, falling in and out of grooves, settling down for quiet moments before they burst into rocking squeals. This is quirky 21st-century jazz, ably performed by a forward-thinking sextet that transforms a cerebral sound into something visceral.
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