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Here’s a don’t miss. Solo saxplorations from
Italian wizard Gebbia. He’s worked with
luminaries like Hooker/Ranaldo and Kowald.
But this is all him, showcasing so many
different shades of the sax. From windy drones
to cycling that sounds like Superman pedaling
a stationary bike till sparks fly, to Twilight
Zone tiptoe thooops, to pipsqueak popsquonks
to some damn dizzy circular breathing benders.
Is #6 one-mouth, two saxes? In #12 Gebbia adds
in some Tuvan throat trickery. Sort of a,
“I didn’t know the sax could do that
album, but I’m sure glad it can.”
It’s the H-bomb! Gianni-gigantor!
Reviewed by Thurston Hunger on
September 4, 2005 at 8:47 am
Filed as CD,Jazz
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