Mannieb
7 October 2005, 16:56
Upon listening to the music of the primeTime sublime Community Orchestra, you realize that the future is here, even if the music industry and the attendant consumer culture it caters to don't realize it. If you're reading this article, you are ready for the future now. Once you hear this music, whether totally straight or in a way-out altered state, you'll realize that jazz can also smell pungent and fertile, satisfying and fresh. Zappa was right and Ellington was right, but neither could have predicted that their modern acolytes are a group of musicians living in the wilds of New Jersey.
From the opening notes of the festival of angular melodies, "Curb Your God," to the ending tune, the aptly titled existential encore, "It Will Be Over Before You Know It," the listener is taken on an odyssey, whose path I scarcely remember having ever existed, since, like most Americans, our minds and memories are awash with media fed ****.
For insight, I went to their web site (http://www.primetimesublime.com/) and found that, for once, there was truth in advertising: "The music of The primeTime sublime Community Orchestra (pTsCO), one of the oddest, most intriguing groups of performers to arrive on the music scene in years, cannot be labeled or categorized according to any of the established styles manufactured by the music industry. Combining skilled professional musicians, enthusiastic amateurs, and a bank of computers, pTsCO brings an entirely new sensibility to the often pretentious and self-absorbed world of modern music, and the limits of music style are exploded to the point of no return."
Ye gad, could these folks actually know what they're talking about and - gasp! - playing? I contacted the group's leader because I had to get some answers fast, since this music had me sweating like Hunter S. Thompson on speed in the Nevada desert.
From the opening notes of the festival of angular melodies, "Curb Your God," to the ending tune, the aptly titled existential encore, "It Will Be Over Before You Know It," the listener is taken on an odyssey, whose path I scarcely remember having ever existed, since, like most Americans, our minds and memories are awash with media fed ****.
For insight, I went to their web site (http://www.primetimesublime.com/) and found that, for once, there was truth in advertising: "The music of The primeTime sublime Community Orchestra (pTsCO), one of the oddest, most intriguing groups of performers to arrive on the music scene in years, cannot be labeled or categorized according to any of the established styles manufactured by the music industry. Combining skilled professional musicians, enthusiastic amateurs, and a bank of computers, pTsCO brings an entirely new sensibility to the often pretentious and self-absorbed world of modern music, and the limits of music style are exploded to the point of no return."
Ye gad, could these folks actually know what they're talking about and - gasp! - playing? I contacted the group's leader because I had to get some answers fast, since this music had me sweating like Hunter S. Thompson on speed in the Nevada desert.