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10/10 Dave Jackson Customer review,
Very nice slab here from Liverpool's Solar Fire Trio. Formed in '05 by Spiritualized saxophonist, Ray Dickaty, alto player Dave Jackson and drummer, Steve Belger, their eponymous debut LP is classic squee-pileage in the post-ESP tradition. Unlike some Euro players, these three base their sound on loose sonic collisions and interwoven blather in ripely extended fire-form, all revolving around theories of meat and its ability to burn. Solid, savage blurt. - Byron Coley/Thurston Moore - Arthur MagazineTwo sides of serious fucking shitkicking sax/sax/drums heads down freeblurt that roars out of the speakers like some long-forgotten ESP-Disk trio who've mainlined that same vein of fuck-off that fuelled the Blue Cheer of Come And Get It/Just A Little Bit. God it's good.. - drwommm.blogspotSolar Fire Trio is comprised of three Liverpudlians with a biker rock attitude to free jazz, or is that a free jazz attitude to biker rock? Come to think of it, this music probably owes more to the behemoth soul of Grand Funk Railroad than it does even to John Coltrane's superhuman cacophony... Indeed, with regard to free jazz, only John Coltrane around '67 is in any way as brutally wanton as these jackbooted thugs. Besides, this Solar Fire Trio stuff seems to be as much informed by the tumultuous Mars/Friction side of No Wave and Post Punk as it does by jazz...But who are these madmen who kick the bejayzuz out of jazz? Well, they ain't completely unprovenaced, brothers'n'sisters. For starters, it's Ray Dickaty AKA Ray Moonshake who nails that tenor sax, soul riffing like there's an entire section there, occupying the midrange and baritones, as alto saxophonist Dave Jackson free-squeeks the alto sax into Patty Waters/Yoko Ono's attic, these two Jack Horners barely kept in check by drummer Steve Belger, who lays down the kind of bassless soul rhythms that only thee most confident drummers dare to do. Belger is to Solar Fire Trio what Guy Evans was to the nihilistic soul of GODBLUFF-period Van Der Graaf Generator, or what Tony Williams was to his own bassless power trio Lifetime. If Solar Fire Trio were true jazz not punk, there'd be some redundant ever-descending ber-doom-doom-doom-doom upright bass plunking away in the background, but these gentlemen know a big ass double bass would add nothing to the yawp. So instead, Ray Dickaty often takes on the role of the entire horn section single-handed, blowing with such a supreme rock confidence that Dave Jackson's alto sax is allowed to soar off into Van Halenish stratospherics like Gerd Dudek on the title track of The Wolfgang Dauner Septet's FREE ACTION. Yup, like over opinionated Jewish fundamentalists at a circumcision rite, Messrs. Dickaty. Jackson and Belger have pruned it all back to the basics, not only removing the piano and all of the landmarks that such a chordal instrument brings, but also removing all other musical rafts that could possibly give listeners something/anything to hang on to as the stormy seas rage around them. As I previously mentioned, it all sounds like these guys been listening to '67 John Coltrane septet stuff through a broken Dansette with only treble and one speaker working. These stoned motherfuckers done fucked off McCoy Tyner's piano, Joe Brazil's flute, both bass players, and reduced the rest to a heady and distilled broth of just Pharoah Sanders' tenor sax, Elvin Jones' drums and Coltrane's own tenor. Under a stairwell on a connecting floor somewhere between the attic where The Stooges recorded the 17-minute version of 'LA Blues' and the smoky basement jazz club in which Albert Ayler performed the Plastic People Of The Universe-like 'Holy Ghost'… that's where Solar Fire Trio currently dwell. Too rock to attract be-beret'd Little Miss Heartbreaker/Homemaker types and too jazz to court the Living Rock Goddess. For our purposes, brothers'n'sisters, that's just where we need them to stay – well hung at dawn, betwixt and between, forever standing at the tuning fork in the road, three open toads horny for the horn.Where Next?In conclusion, brothers'n'sisters, I have one plea. If yooz about to make a purchase of one free sax blurtothon, then please make sure it ain't by 'Trane or Archie or Albert but by the Solar Fire Trio themselves, because these guys is living this racket and schlepping its slithery Lokian torso up and down the motorways of the UK as we speak. And, furthermore, what better reason is there to buy a record than to know that it's a piece of contemporary art parping its vibrations directly into the current of the post-everything 21st Century, its cascading avalanche of pure white snow pulsating through the overly caffeinated veins of popular culture. Perhaps the best thing about The Solar Fire Trio is that they exist at all. Rock'n'fuckin'roll, as they say.' Note: For those of you on an electric trip, this Album Of The Month may come as a shock simply because its proto-metal is played on acoustic instruments. For those of you on an acoustic trip, its blurt may be anathema simply because of this band's sheer unsignpostedness. But approach this record as a head clearer and watch the demons rise up out of your skull and clear off post haste, as The Solar Fire Trio first mush your branium, then dynorod it with a transcendental floss.- Julian Cope - Album Of The Month Oct. 06 - Head Heritage
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