It could be festival fatigue messing with the senses, but drummer Tyshan Soren repeatedly pulled off the same subtle trick: biding time through long passages where his trio seemed to be barely pushing aside the silence, then, when almost nothing was happening, suddenly everything was happening.
Were you to wander into the room uninformed, you might have assumed that pianist Corey Smythe was the bandleader, so generous is Sorey's direction and score to afford his band member such space for expression. For their part Sorey and bassist Chris Tordini coloured at the edges of the themes until, like a fully charged battery, whooom, nothing met everything, again.
Sorey's compositions were complex and rewarding on several different levels of consideration. Meanwhile, his play was multivalent, yet free from empty pyrotechnics, instead putting every spare kilowatt of charge fully in service of his music.
Were you to wander into the room uninformed, you might have assumed that pianist Corey Smythe was the bandleader, so generous is Sorey's direction and score to afford his band member such space for expression. For their part Sorey and bassist Chris Tordini coloured at the edges of the themes until, like a fully charged battery, whooom, nothing met everything, again.
Sorey's compositions were complex and rewarding on several different levels of consideration. Meanwhile, his play was multivalent, yet free from empty pyrotechnics, instead putting every spare kilowatt of charge fully in service of his music.
