This is an unusual album with a crossover classical-jazz ethos. 
                  It teams trumpeter Flavio Boltro with pianist Danilo Rea in 
                  all-Italian repertoire and as the disc title makes clear, it’s 
                  all operatic - well, almost all. 
                  
                  Rea is a jazz pianist but had a classical training at the Santa 
                  Cecilia academy in Rome, where he was born. He discovered a 
                  love of opera through Puccini, so it’s appropriate that he includes 
                  some in the album. Whereas Rea has a classical training and 
                  now plays jazz, Boltro is perhaps better known as a classical 
                  stylist who is willing and able to embark on other projects, 
                  such as this one. He studied in Turin and has worked in symphonic 
                  music, but he’s clearly well versed in the lexicon of bop trumpet. 
                  
                  
                  It’s unusual to use Monteverdi as a basis for homage and improvisation 
                  but one senses that Rea in particular, the guiding force, wants 
                  to celebrate the totality of Italian operatic music, and where 
                  better to start than the fons et origo? Rea’s allusive 
                  chording and Boltro’s rich, sometimes fat tone, fuse jazz with 
                  a kind of romanticised idealism in Lasciatemi morire. 
                  Rea turns more experimental in the famous fanfare Toccata from 
                  Orfeo, slithering fingers over the piano strings and 
                  using a very percussive treble as a basis for timbral exploration. 
                  His boppish licks and luscious roulades are complemented by 
                  the declamatory trumpet lines, to produce music of undeniable 
                  newness. 
                  
                  It’s fortunate that Rea has thought carefully how he wishes 
                  to present these arias and other pieces. Each is therefore nicely 
                  characterised, as the plangent chording on Rossini’s Dal 
                  tuo stellato soglio demonstrates. I take it that here he 
                  wishes to mark a sharp distinction between playing what sounds 
                  like, in effect, a piano reduction and then launching on fully 
                  fledged improvisation and overt lyricism. The longest track 
                  is Sinfonia dal Barbiere di Siviglia. This allows the 
                  duo the most room for manoeuvre in terms of using terse staccati, 
                  fragmentary themes, and an experimental approach tailed by a 
                  far-out scena, forged from the near cutting-edge. It’s the nearest 
                  they get to, say, The Art Ensemble of Chicago. 
                  
                  Caro mio ben, an aria antiche beloved of singers down 
                  the years, inspires the duo to relaxed warmth complete with 
                  trumpet flurries. Similarly the ‘B’ section of Vivaldi’s Piango, 
                  gemo, sospiro e peno is fruitily boppish, as is much of 
                  O mio babbino caro, once past the opening impressionist 
                  hints from Rea. The duo gets funky on Sinfonia dal Guglielmo 
                  Tell, one of the live tracks. The extra adrenalin imparted 
                  by the audience seems to inspire them to a more raucous, straight 
                  ahead Nat Adderley kind of approach – one to which I’m very 
                  partial. The final track, also live, offers a clement Cilea 
                  aria. 
                  
                  Do you file this under Jazz or Classical? Is it jazz on classical 
                  themes, or is it reclaiming the improvisatory prerogative in 
                  classical music-making? For those of us who find such absolutes 
                  restrictive, other than in the strictly filing sense, I’m not 
                  certain that it really much matters. Doubtless highbrows will 
                  find the whole thing a bit cheap. I liked it. 
                  
                  Jonathan Woolf