Thank you to Matt O’Neill for this wonderful review.
The piece begins with all five musicians performing at the same piano. While the intertwining melody lines, hypnotic chord phrases and subtle bass figures initially suggest an overtly minimalist direction, Topology rapidly expand the scope of the work to encompass a stylistic perspective so broad and egalitarian so as to effectively dwarf the ensemble’s already considerable legacy of accomplishments. It feels almost fruitless to attempt to evaluate the work on one viewing.
Within the composition’s stylistic make-up, one can discern contrasting musical aspects drawn from modernist classical, third-stream jazz, contemporary electronica, classical romanticism, jazz-fusion and indie-pop (among countless other niche vocabularies). Sub-bass synthesis supports dissonant string arrangements, lush and lyrical melodies give way to densely-layered polyrhythmic flurries and, perhaps most affectingly, upright bassist Robert Davidson’s vocals occasionally leap to the forefront – lending a rough-hewn emotional gravitas to the work’s compositional elegance.
That said – the true achievement of the piece doesn’t actually lie in the breadth of styles Topology explore but how effortlessly the quintet synthesises them into one idiosyncratic language. While there’s a great stylistic diversity contained within Ten Hands, there is actually scant novelty or eccentricity within the piece. It flows beautifully and dynamically from movement to movement and, outside of perhaps an overly loud (but nonetheless compelling) electronic loop, never jars or stalls in its evolution.
This fluidity is made doubly impressive by the fact that Ten Hands avoids overt repetition for the majority of its running time. There is a distinct developmental narrative arc to the piece that sees it expand, explode, retreat and evolve over the course of its 60-minute running time but the quintet manage to accomplish this largely without the standard crutches of heads and themes.
The fact that the entire thing was performed goddamn live with only one noticeable hitch (reedsman John Babbage triggering a sample prematurely – and muttering an amusing curse word under his breath as a result), meanwhile, is freaking unbelievable.