Fight the Big Bull – Dying will be easy (CF 108)
Ambitious jazz musicians used to have to relocate to big cities with reputable scenes: to learn from elders, collaborate with peers, play on big stages and meet potential financial backers. But the adventurous nonet known as Fight the Big Bull formed in an age of widespread jazz education and instant global communication. That zeitgeist may explain how a nine-piece group from Richmond, Va., could score a breakthrough gig in Chicago, well before it issued its debut on a Portuguese record label. The generation gap may also shed light on how Fight the Big Bull has made some of today’s most exuberant and relevant improvised music.
On Dying Will Be Easy, the band sounds like the brainchild of a young composer who grew up with rock on the radio, jazz canons in the conservatory and everything else at his disposal on the Internet. (For evidence, search YouTube for “Fight the Big Bull,” “Weezer” and “singalong.”) Cue Matthew E. White, who leads the band, plays the guitar and writes the songs. In the title track, his orchestration has the fullness and audacity of a Mingus or Ellington; blaring horns and snare-drum rolls render the exotica of a slow Spanish march into a loud, blown-out stampede. When White points to J.C. Kuhl for a sweet-hued yet driving sax solo, the beat turns forward-pressing and rockish — equal parts Sonny Rollins and Sonic Youth. Finally, when White indulges himself a little on his guitar, it sounds as if he were trying to restart a dying chainsaw by shouting into it.
This sort of sonic amalgam isn’t exactly the sui generis sort of originality associated with the greatest of the greats. But even within a musical generation defined in part by the aesthetic of the mash-up, it’s not only a unique admixture; it’s also a thrilling one. The band’s liberal mixing of musical metaphors seems to have long passed the experimental stage, and now sounds as if it were already the most natural thing in the world. If Fight the Big Bull can continue to make risk-taking sound this appealing, it’ll be hard to keep the rumpus confined to Richmond.