Mantra 
        
        
        Greenland 
        
        
        Drummer Boy 
        
        
        Second Language 
        
        
        Who Can Sail Without Wind? 
        
        
        Peer Pressure 
        
        
        Finding a Way 
        
        
        Salsova 
        
        
        The Split Infinitive 
        
        
        September Moon 
        
        
        What Is This Thing Called Love? 
        
        
        Encore Piece 
        
        
          
         
        
        
This is a slow burn disc. The last David Gordon Trio 
          album on Zah Zah that I heard was called Angel Eyes and the range 
          of influences cited included acoustic grooves, Celtic folk and baroque 
          music but the trick, if that’s the right word, is to ensure that the 
          material moves seamlessly through the music. This they did conspicuously 
          well. The slow burn here comes by way of the meditative start ensured 
          by Mantra. Funkier is Greenland where the trio’s corporate 
          and ensemble skills are heard vividly. There’s plenty of chordal lyricism 
          in Drummer Boy with its subtly underpinning bass line. The notes 
          speak of the baroque elements in the title track but they are assuredly 
          well submerged and, perhaps as one might expect, Who Can Sail Without 
          Wind? veers more toward plangency than sentimentally. 
       
        
Folkloric spirit coalesces in Peer Pressure though 
          it’s never gauche or obvious whilst Finding a Way takes in a 
          reflective legato lyricism and hints at As Time Goes By. At this 
          point in the disc things comes more alive with the cimbalon-evoked spice 
          and paprika of Salsova in which Tango and Tzigane dance entwined, 
          before some perky ragtime intrudes leading to that seldom heard sub-genre, 
          the Tzigane Rag. One complaint; they should have reprised the opening 
          ‘cimbalon’ to complete the circle. A samba builds up expansion tension 
          in The Split Infinitive and by this point the band is cooking, 
          What Is This Thing Called Love? is the only standard – there 
          really should be more – but it emerges pumped up, juiced like a gym 
          bunny. The weirdly recorded and utilitarianly titled Encore Piece 
          finishes everything in a folkloric vamp.
        
I was slightly less taken by this disc than the previous 
          album. Once it got going there was no stopping it but there were rather 
          too many listless longeurs early on. More standards would instil rigour 
          or give the band something to kick against, Bad Plus style. 
        
Jonathan Woolf