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James Carter Organ Trio: At the Crossroads

Steve Greenlee reviews saxophonist James Carter's latest release

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James Carter

Multi-saxophonist James Carter likes to try out different concepts-he’s done albums of hard bop, ballads, Billie Holiday songs, Pavement covers, Django homages and guitar-drenched jazz rock-but he keeps coming back to organ-driven groove jazz. At the Crossroads was originally conceived as a record that would examine the meeting place of blues and gospel, but apparently it was no match: The blues-the smoking, grooving kind-took over.

That was probably due to the chemistry of this band. Carter has been playing with organist Gerard Gibbs and drummer Leonard King Jr. for 10 years, and their comfort with one another underpins the session. So does their versatility. They start with the fast and greasy Matthew Gee number “Oh Gee,” slow down with “JC Off the Set”-Gibbs’ response to Carter’s old cooker “JC on the Set”-and chew over the blues in Ronald Shannon Jackson’s “Aged Pain,” with its Monkish chord changes and intervals. Guests show up: Vocalist Miche Braden delivers the suggestive lyrics of the swinging “The Walking Blues” (and sounds exactly like a trumpet when she scats), as trumpeter Keyon Harrold and trombonist Vincent Chandler flesh out the frontline.

Carter’s tone-alternately gruff and sensuous, always balancing melody and skronk-of course gets the limelight. His is, after all, one of today’s most unmistakable saxophone voices, and he knows it. He deploys it fully whether he’s blowing “Come Sunday” or shrieking and squeaking through the funk of King’s “Lettuce Toss Yo’ Salad.”

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