White heat, black film, grey music. But not grey as an absence of color, rather like the fog that obscures the alleys of 1950s London from black-and-white B-movie police films. Grey as a quality, like an impenetrable limbo that prevents delimiting the boundaries of things, genres, sounds. It is jazz, of course, but a light and impalpable jazz, an imaginary soundtrack for a film yet to be written (or already written, as and by whom, we do not know).
Songs that exude gunpowder, old brothels, smoky and unhealthy cotton clubs, dark ladies and dark omens, without a specific stylistic continuity: that's what I like in these 13 jazz tracks played by an orchestra of 15 very skilled musicians. The music that chases moods, that draws subtle plots following impervious and sometimes unclassifiable paths like the construction of a film that starts with the soundtrack and forces us, fearless listeners, to construct our own film "around" it. The evocative moments are numerous and the emotions are not lacking. The titles themselves then give the theme's kickoff (The Bad And The Beauty" or "The Lost Week End" or the easy "The Big Sleep"). In short, music that gives you goosebumps that brings us back to the shadowy, sensual, and intriguing atmospheres of a lost world.
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