Rashied Ali is someone I know for one of those records that I picked up in that period when your early-twenties brain is susceptible to being bent all sorts of ways. That was with Keiji Haino and Bill Laswell, a belter of a trio that never was followed up on (to my knowledge).
His playing on Sidewalks In Motion bears a fair amount of resemblance — a drummer that’s worth listening to. Lots of big dynamics in paradiddles, ever-present and holding things down, but rarely bandstanding. A lot of skittering goes on, but never into the realm of free improv.
Which is also reflective of the material — this isn’t one of those records that changed the face of jazz. It’s a festival show, and it’s a really good one. There’s heads, there’s solos, there’s melodies and it’s closer to conventional. But a conventional that’s being looked at by eyes that have stared a bit too long into the sun.
Drifting into the night with “Raw Fish”, Sidewalks In Motion is an album that’s odd in being relatively normal. As I say, this isn’t a ground-breaking record or a record that blasts its way into your face. But that’s also the magic — light touches of obvious melodicism peppered with falling-away forms. Always bolstered by Ali’s gentle pencilling-around the rhythm, there’s a bunch of musicians carefully playing around each other, finding spaces for timbre and rhythmic play, ecstasy and withdrawal.
-Kev Nickells-