CD and Book Reviews


Texas’ key master.

Red Garland

It’s A Blue World
(Original Jazz Classics)

JAZZ IS CHARACTERIZED BY ITS HARD-LUCK CASES, but there are also those who got lucky. Wrapping up one of his first cross-country tours in post—World War II New York City, Red Garland would find himself in the right place at the right time. The Dallas native, who acquired his keyboard dexterity in the Army, arrived in the Big Apple at the height of the bebop craze. In a few years he was playing with the movement’s anointed leader, an ornery alto player named Charlie Parker. Miles Davis, who in those days stuck to Parker like wallpaper, would recruit Garland along with a raw young saxophonist named John Coltrane. When Coltrane began to make his own records, Garland again got the nod. A large part of his appeal to these once-and-future jazz giants lay in what he didn’t play. His frugality was akin to Hemingway’s; rarely was a single note wasted. Yet when it was time to deliver, he never disappointed. Witness his effortless transitions from melody to double-time solo in these two trio dates, recorded more than nine months apart in 1957 and 1958, and recently reissued. It’s tempting today to dismiss Garland’s music as squarish cocktail filler. His occasional over-reliance on octave-framed block chording could lend a frilly ornateness, and for a person with such forward-thinking bosses, his own work clung tenaciously to the standards. But while the whiff of cliché may permeate the air, Garland, Paul Chambers, and Art Taylor were working without a post-bop map. These are albums of sublimity and precision, and each note sounds with clarity and purpose, which is all the more remarkable from a label known for its treadmill-paced recording sessions. Exciting? Groundbreaking? Well, no. But in the right place at the right time, Red Garland is still the perfect choice. Jeff McCord

ZZ Top


IT’S A DAMN SHAME THAT ZZ Top’s XXX slipped under the radar because there’s no better proof that the Little Ol’ Power Trio From Houston is far more than a mere classic rock band going through the motions. Forget the Jeff Beck cameo on “Hey Mr. Millionaire” or the three other live tracks— XXX was originally going to be a live recording—and get familiar with the new stuff cooked up in the studio, namely “Beatbox,” a twenty-first century update of the “La Grange” riff with a thoroughly modern story line, and the electronica-laden funky instrumental “Dreadmonboogaloo.” Both are paragons of the risk-taking going on behind the scenes of Texas’ most successful rock band. Don’t sweat: The Boogie Beast still lives, and Billy F Gibbons’ voice has aged to the point that he’s as much an elder as John Lee Hooker. But considering ZZ could’ve turned out as mush-brained as the Moody Blues—a shining example of how the ennui sets in when you’ve been at it so long—the studio gimmickry lacing the BBQ ‘n’ beans basics makes ZZ sound positively cutting-edge. Uh-haw-haw-haw. Joe Nick Patoski

The Derailers

Full Western Dress
(Sire Records)

PEGGED AS COUNTRY-AND-WESTERN revivalists, Austin’s Derailers have followed the tried-and-true path of their sixties idols, mixing a little George Jones with a little Faron Young, a little Lefty Frizzell with a lot of Buck Owens. With Full

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