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6.7.12 - The Beat’s Record Roundup - Holst & McBride, Anders Osborne and More

Glen David Andrews

Live at Three Muses

Glen David Andrews Music

One of New Orleans’ best kicks off this in-concert set with a roll call of just about every great Crescent City musician you can think of (last name Andrews and otherwise) and proceeds to prove his worthiness among that elite group. Highlights include a gospel medley that would make even the most committed nonbeliever reconsider and a version of “Tipitina” that sounds as fresh as the day it sprung from Professor Longhair’s soul.

- Christopher C. Manson


Dr. John

Locked Down

Nonesuch

With appearances on HBO’s Treme and an impressive body of work since 19-can’t even remember, the Doctor is the elder statesman of New Orleans music. So why does he need help from the Black Keys guy to make him sound “contemporary”? Nonetheless, good songs throughout, no piano playing whatsoever, and I can’t wait to hear Dr. John do ‘em the old way.

- Christopher C. Manson


Tom Harrell

Number Five

High Note

Trumpeter Harrell may not have the jazz rep of Miles Davis, but despite the title of his latest release, he has reportedly recorded on more than 260 albums as leader and sideman. On Number Five, Harrell and his quintet of Wayne Escoffery, Danny Grissett, Ugonna Okegwo and Johnathan Blake occasionally sound like they’re doing a hard bop tribute album to the likes of Freddie Hubbard, Lee Morgan or the Jazz Messengers. Other times it’s like Miles in his coolest period. Harrell’s tone blows warm and rich, sometimes flutelike, even when he ventures into his upper range.

- Bruce Collier


Holst & McBride

“There’s Gonna Come a Day”

Indigo Sol

Geoff, the McBride of this duo, does better than the also-rans from that other TV singing competition by actually putting out some new music. An uplifting song from a (duh) exceptional voice, and I can’t wait to hear more.

- Christopher C. Manson


Anders Osborne

Black Eye Galaxy

Alligator

Osborne tops his great American Patchwork with some of his most personal songs to date. Vocally, he’s never sounded better, and in a perfect world, the lovely “When Will I See You Again” would be a hit single. Plus extended guitar shredding that never quite feels extensive enough—hope to see him on stage around here again very soon.

- Christopher C. Manson


Grant Peeples

Prior Convictions

Gatorbone Records

Tallahassee favorite (also big in Apalachicola, as I discovered during a recent weekend there) boldly opens this fine set with a cover of Dylan’s “Things Have Changed,” then unleashes strong originals (“Nigger Lover,” “Pole Dancing to Gospel Hymns”) that might make the Maestro himself sit up and take notice. Or John Prine. Or Kris Kristofferson. Or…

- Christopher C. Manson


Curtis Salgado

Soul Shot

Alligator

Best soul record in forever and an honest to gosh triumph for a long-timer who’s survived a liver transplant and cancer. You’d swear this was the resurrection of Otis Redding, even if Salgado didn’t do a spectacular cover of “Love Man.” It’s all good, but the real standout here is Johnny “Guitar” Watson’s “Strung Out,” a song that was aching to be delivered from obscurity.

- Christopher C. Manson


Stephane Wrembel

Origins

Water Is Life Records

French-born, Brooklyn-dwelling jazz guitarist/composer Wrembel is in a pretty productive phase, having scored (another) Woody Allen film—Midnight in Paris—and releasing his latest, Origins. Comparisons with Django Reinhardt are inescapable and apparently welcome. Wrembel is joined by bassist Dave Speranza, rhythm guitarist Roy Williams, drummer Nick Anderson and percussionist David Langlois. The light and rhythmic centerpiece of the 14-track album, “Bistro Fada,” will be familiar to Woody’s fans. Some tracks have a flavor of spaghetti western about them, all blood and regret. Others just call for a glass of wine and a plate of nostalgia.

- Bruce Collier