Date: June 27, 2012
Venue: Le Poisson Rouge (NY)
Review by Jeremy Siskind
From the moment that Terje Rypdal and his quartet stepped onto the stage of Le Poisson Rouge, all my sensory impressions grabbed me by the hand and hurried me to towards a faded word in the dusk light of a pitchy forest: dated. The hairstyles of the Norwegian band were combed with ‘80s cliché, the sound was jazz-rock that harkened to the age when musicians were enamored with “plugging in,” and the overall aesthetic was a tribute to the sort of virtuosity that has – in my vision – gone out of style with the rise of conservatory jazz programs.
Oddly, the band functioned in almost two completely separate units with solos by rock-based Rypdal and heavily-Miles-influenced Danish trumpeter Palle Mikkelborg pivoting around a very able rhythm section of organist Ståle Storløkken and Italian drummer Paolo Vinaccia.
