Nought to 60 with the Near Jazz Experience

Fooled by my own fool proof system must make me more of a fool than I give myself credit for. It’s an elderly memory malfunction thing, becoming commonplace. Like my lockdown skinhead idea. Skinheads fair as well as a bobcat on us elderly, what with hair sprouting from ears.

The ingenious strategy to create a word document called “albums which need reviewing” botched by forgetting Iโ€™d previous had the same plan and executed it, leaving me with two documents of the same idea differing information. So it goes, like a historic homework excuse, on the previous version I’d simply typed “NJE,” without the usual brief explanation, thinking that’ll warrant me not forgetting this. Rather, I’d forget the whole document and started from scratch, leaving me oblivious to what NJE was supposed to mean upon rediscovering it.

Abbreviation resolved, โ€˜twas the Near Jazz Experience mini-album โ€œNought to 60,โ€ overlooked since June; I stated my defence and Iโ€™m sticking by it. Annoying thing is, as anything with the name Terry Edwards attached to it, itโ€™s smoothing right up my street and blowing a saxophone loudly at my front door.

Near Jazz Experience sees Terry team up with Higsons bandmate Simon Charterton and Mark Bedford from Madness. Names on the tin, you get four lengthy modern jazz pieces of rapture, reminding me somewhat of Herbie Hancockโ€™s Headhunters, in a mod style. Remember throughout; brass is class.

The opening ten minute-plus master-jam of cool, Spirit of Indo, pays homage to the London pub birthplace of the NJE, where they played a monthly residency for nine years. Like ambient afro-funk or cumbia itโ€™s got that deep loop running through it, Bedders programmed, Simon embellished the groove, and Terry added the toplines, sliding effortlessly from one horn to another, as is his wont. Thereโ€™s a real sense of improv here, and it spellbinds you to groove, man.

The second tune is a moving tribute to David Bowie, an instrumental cover of Five Years, and Simonโ€™s minimalist cymbal-work sustains this fragile melodica melody, it tingles the very innermost of your soul.

The tempo moves up one notch, for the third track, Tizita, and I immediately call in the spirit of New Mexico jazz with this almost tin solider drum, rolling over the top, yet a little research reveals this is inspired by Ethiopian jazz-legend Mulatu Astatke, who Terry had the pleasure of working with a few years back.

Shows you how much I know, but I do know what I like, and me causing to ponder the wonder of Miles Davisโ€™ influence, as the finale title track builds in layers to funk, seventies cop show score fashion, with Terryโ€™s sax just freestyling over Teutonic beats on electronic Wave drum, and a Motorik bassline, itโ€™s some seriously cool jazz; very nice indeed, though expected, just annoyed with myself it got mislaid in my inbox till now. Ah well, better late than never.


Very Terry Edwards

The word โ€œvery,โ€ rarely an adjective, as in โ€œit happened in this very house,โ€ or โ€œthis is very Terry Edwards,โ€ but commonly worthlessly used as an adverb, as in โ€œitโ€™s very cold today,โ€ or โ€œthis is the very best of Terry Edwards.โ€ While the album simplifies it to the ambiguous โ€œVery Terry Edwards,โ€ itโ€™s BandCamp page suggests, โ€œThe Very Best of Very Terry Edwards,โ€ which though itโ€™s exactly what it is, itโ€™s also one adverb enough for the most lenient of proof-readerโ€™s red line. Yet, if the usage of very is erm, very worthless, it is the only thing on this album which is.

The multi-instrumentalist, best known for trumpet, flugelhorn, saxophone, guitar and keys, marked his sixtieth birthday last September releasing this three-CD best-of box set, and while I shouldโ€™ve mentioned it last month, between putting batteries in toys and stuffing myself with pigs in blankets things got tardy. Right now, though, I can think of no better outstanding project to kick off our music reviews for 2021. Reason only partly because it ticks all my personal favourite genre boxes, more so because of the range of said genres is far greater than run-of-the-mill best of compilations.

We need to assess Terryโ€™s biography to understand the reason for this variety. Funky punk and second-gen ska most obvious, as from 1980 he was a founding member of Two-Tone signed band The Higsons, after graduating with a degree in music. But around that time Terry also produced and played on the Yeah Jazzโ€™s debut album, of whom, despite the name, were particularly folk-rock.

Terry in 1984

From here the vastness of Terryโ€™s repertoire blossoms, as session musician for a huge range of acts, from Madness to Nick Cave, PJ Harvey and The Jesus and Mary Chain to, particularly notable, The Blockheads. As well as his solo material, with his band The Scapegoats and a stint with dark punk-blues outfit Gallon Drunk, itโ€™s understandable collating this in one reminiscent anthology is a mammoth task and a melting pot. Which is just what youโ€™re getting for your money, a very, as the grammatical disorderly title suggests, worthy melting pot.

โ€œWhen the earliest recording here was made the 18-year-old me couldnโ€™t comprehend being 60,โ€ Terry explained, โ€œyet here I am presenting a triple album containing 60 titles recorded between 1979 and 2020, through thick and thin.โ€ Therefore, it must be more tongue-in-cheek than Iโ€™d suspect Roger Daltreyโ€™s notion now of My Generationโ€™s lyrics that for the opening track he opted for The Higsonsโ€™ โ€œWe Will Never Grow Old.โ€

โ€œYouโ€™d expect an overview of my career to have some odd bedfellows and more than its share of quirks and foibles,โ€ he continued, โ€œbut itโ€™s been compiled to flow musically rather than have a chronological narrative.โ€

That said, the first four tunes from his original band follow, with all their fervent rawness. Terry covered his tracks though, โ€œI immediately break my own rules by starting with The Higsonsโ€™ earliest release and debut single, but redeem myself by following up with the most recent recordings; two ballads recorded with Paul Cuddeford (Ian Hunter, Holy Holy) in February 2020. There is more method than madness; groups of songs which follow a theme or genre are found together regardless of when theyโ€™re from.โ€ Indeed, weโ€™re then treated to three tunes in a matured, mellowing jazz and blues, the latter of which with the vocally perfected Erika Stucky.

Then weโ€™re into rock with The Wolfhounds, and a guitar-twanging Christmas blues song with Robyn Hitchcock, plodding jazz with Knife & Fork, post-punk Big Joan, avant-garde jazz with Spleen and rockabilly styled New York New York. While mostly jazz-related, this first disc graduates through genres with finesse.

Terry is like Georgie Fame with a Mohican, but whatever avenue is explored, you can guarantee quality. The second CD starts with a bang, upbeat mod-jazz with The Scapegoats. Thereโ€™re more known covers here, sublimely executed Herbie Hancockโ€™s Watermelon Man, a superb solo rendition of The Cureโ€™s Friday Iโ€™m in Love, as if Robert Smith wore a Fred Perry, and a hard-rock electronica version of Johnny Kiddโ€™s Shakin all Over with the haunting vocals of Lisa Ronson. Even find an orchestral film score, and a piano solo of the knees-up capitalโ€™s favourite, May Itโ€™s Because Iโ€™m a Londoner.

Yet if both the quantity and quality on offer here is so vast to make me waffle, it doesnโ€™t waiver for the final disc, rather itโ€™s my favourite. A BBC session outtake of a jazzy Voodoo Chile, with altered title to โ€œChild.โ€ Dunno, canโ€™t be a typo, the dedication to attributing to Hendrixโ€™s masterpiece is no easy feat, lest it be known Terry manages it with awesomeness dexterity, with a saxophone!

If the last CD continues with on a jazz tip for two tunes, weโ€™re transported to ska via John Holtโ€™s Ali Baba by Lee Thompsonโ€™s Ska Orchestra and other sundry members of Madness, and Totally Wired by Terryโ€™s โ€œSka All Stars,โ€ and more ska-jazz with Rhoda Dakar. Post-punk follows, featuring The Nightingales with Vic Goddard, Snuff, Glen Matlock and Gallon Drunk. Perhaps my favourite parts being the shouty cover of The Human Leaguesโ€™ โ€œDonโ€™t you Want Me Baby,โ€ by Serious Drinking, and the general dilapidation of seriousness with new wave tunes mirroring the unsubtlety of Ian Dury & The Blockheads.

Hereโ€™s a jam-packed box-set brimming with variety which flows suitably and makes a definitive portfolio of a particularly prolific and proficient musician. For many itโ€™ll hold fond memories, for younger, who think Kate Nash created the cockney chat-rap, or jazz wasnโ€™t the same until Jamie Cullum came along, itโ€™s a history lesson theyโ€™ll never forget!

This 60th birthday, 60 track-strong celebration spans over four decades. A triple CD clamshell boxset with 24-page booklet, but more importantly they say, โ€œVery Terry Edwards is a birthday present to himself as much as anything else,โ€ giving it the impression youโ€™re on a personal journey, like a child sitting on their grandpaโ€™s lap while he recites memoirs, blinking exciting ones!

Buy from Rough Trade: ยฃ15.99 or BandCamp: ยฃ15 or ยฃ8 digital.


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