Bob Brozman - Blues Reflex
It’s
been a while since I last purchased a blues record, so I thought I’d let you
know of my feelings on Bob Brozman’s latest solo release Blues Reflex. First
of all, although this is mostly a solo record (there are three tracks with
drums as well as Bob’s guitars) it’s not the equivalent of a live solo
performance in the sense that Bob sometimes uses several guitar layers to
emulate a rhythm + lead combo. It is mostly constituted of vocal tracks
although there are a few instrumentals.
I’ve enjoyed Bob Brozman's music ever since I discovered him on an obscure French TV channel
eight years ago. It was a filmed solo live performance, and it totally blew my
mind: his musicianship, humour and iconoclastic approach to music
immediately appealed to me. Although I own most of his studio records, I have
to say that few of them hold up to the appeal he has live, and although I do
find a few gems in each of these albums, on the whole I find them repetitive
and often a little too showy.
In
recent years, Bob Brozman’s output has been mostly with guests from all around
the world, and on these records he often sounds more subdued and very
respectful of the musical traditions and baggage of his guests. Among these is
my favourite of all his recordings, oddly enough a fully instrumental album
recorded with fellow guitarist and lover of early guitaristic traditions Woody
Mann. That record, Get Together, is a marvel of musicality, a collaboration in
which Brozman’s amazing technique is fully and wholeheartedly dedicated to the
music and showmanship is absolutely absent.
Although
I wouldn’t say that Blues Reflex is quite at the same level, it’s a pleasant
surprise on the whole. Of course, don’t let the title of the record fool you,
Brozman has never, at least in recent years, released a record that sounds like
that good old blues people used to play sitting on their back porch. He’s too
much of a deconstructionist for that, but that’s one of the reasons I love his
music. Blues Reflex, however, is more sober and has more consistency than Bob’s
earlier albums, and the relative bareness of the music brings the more subtle
aspects of his playing forward in a way I had not heard previously except on
the wonderful track Down the Road from Devil’s Slide.
The best
tracks are those where Brozman only plays one guitar. Rattlesnake Blues, the
second piece is, in that respect, quite amazing. It’s heavily syncopated with
alternating bass and lead notes, and quirky enough that Bob’s wildly gruff
vocals don’t clash with the music. There are interesting rhythmic breaks and
the sharp variations in intensity that Brozman so efficiently uses live. This sharpness is less tangible on some of the tracks where Bob plays rhythm and overdubs the lead, the rhythm is
often a little too complex and atypical not to be intrusive. It strongly diminishes the efficiency of Dead Cat on the Line, for example, the track which opens the record.
One of
the usual limits of Brozman’s solo work is that he has trouble evoking a mood
other than exhilaration. He’s amazing at projecting that particular emotion,
and all his technique, from the flurry of notes to the neo-Hawaiian
high-pitched slides to the sudden rhythmic breaks and changes seems geared in
that direction. However, when it comes to suggesting a subtler melancholy, or
even downright sadness, these combinations of quirky shifts rarely help. Furthermore,
Brozman’s voice, while accurate, isn’t exactly emotional. On the whole, Blues Reflex is no exception, and you shouldn’t expect to be moved to tears or driven
towards melancholy listening to this record. That being said, Blues Reflex is
probably the most sober of Bob’s solo records, and some tracks are a lot more
subdued than what he has accustomed his listeners to. Instrumentals like It’s Mercy we Need and even vocal tracks like Death
Come Creepin’ and are actually quite sombre.
Despite these limitations, Blues Reflex is a very enjoyable record with a great sound and an overall joyous mood that may offend those who believe the original material covered here should be played as intended but will dazzle and please those who have no such qualms. It’s more focused and a little more sober than most of his earlier stuff, and while not perfect, if it’s an indication of the directions Bob Brozman is steering towards, it’s also a great omen of things to come.
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