James Brandon Lewis’ inspired recording Divine Travels follows what would appear to be a series of bluesy, apocalyptic shouts and masterful honking following what is a long and deeply felt epiphany. That the revelation comes in the form of a mighty musical expedition is fortuitous as it reveals Mr. Lewis to be not only a deep and spiritual soul, which is really something lacking in musicians today, with the possible exception of Pharoah Sanders and the ever brilliant JD Allen. And this is more than likely James Brandon Lewis’ genealogy: that he has been musically begotten by men like John Coltrane, and Pharoah Sanders, but even more from Albert Ayler. Although Mr. Lewis never reaches the ecstatic intensity of Mr. Ayler, this young tenor saxophonist has shattered what might easily be considered a musical laissez-faire among too many young musicians who might be led to a musical precipice, but are too afraid to make the leap; afraid as the comfortable suits of the industry might penalize them for being too out there.
But as a young African-American artist (sic) James Brandon Lewis fears little. He has nothing to lose and everything to gain and it is to the Sony Masterworks imprint Okeh that Mr. Lewis is encouraged to write and play what his heart dictates and his soul proscribes. And Mr. Lewis does not disappoint in the least. His tone is broad and sweeping; it is to his credit that he has already developed a wry sensibility and is sometimes wickedly scornful and mocking when he narrates what he so poignantly states and sings. This is a sign of great maturity; which maturation is achieved by being flung down time and time again, yet standing tall each time to challenge and mock both shallow critic and adversary alike by going exactly where he was dared to go. Thus the tenor saxophonist is unafraid to play in a spiritual manner, his lines swaying with Holy Rollin’ fervour, mixing the blues shouts with shouts of hallelujah in “The Preacher’s Baptist Beat,” sharing the Word with the poet Tom Sayers Ellis. Nor is Mr. Lewis ashamed to hark back to the tradition where he certainly conjures up the spirits of John Coltrane and Albert Ayler. But is on “Wading Chile in the Motherless Water” where he most unshakeable and rock-steady in his majestic and melancholic tone, with the great William Parker providing the room for the young saxophonist to manoeuver his way into the spiritual dimension.
Quoting from “Sometimes I Feel like a Motherless Child” and melding the elemental sadness into the intense baptismal revival of “Wade in the Water” is a stroke of ingenuity. Here too James Brandon Lewis aligns himself with the masters of Gospel idioms that run contrapuntally with the mighty metaphor of jazz. Archie Shepp did this in two wonderful recordings with Horace Parlan and Mr. Ayler did something even more wildly ecstatic in most of his work. With anyone else playing like this it might have been tempting to cry Ecclesiastics and suggest that all is vanity, but in the case of James Brandon Lewis spirituality runs deeper than his soul. He is also a socially committed artist. Make no mistake about the meaning of “Organised Minorities.” It is no small matter of coincidence that his journey is bookended by “Divine” and “Travels,” something that is so ingeniously telling of this young artist’s musical spirit and intellect as well.
Track List: Divine; Desensitized; Tradition; The Preacher’s Baptist Beat; Wading Child in The Motherless Water; A Gathering Of Souls; Enclosed; No Wooden Nickels; Organized Minorities; Travels.
Personnel: James Brandon Lewis: tenor saxophone; William Parker: bass; Gerald Cleaver: drums; Thomas Sayers Ellis: spoken word (4, 9).
Label: OKeh Records | Release date: February 2014
Website: jblewis.com | Buy music on: amazon
About James Brandon Lewis
Even for an artist hailed by Ebony Magazine as one of “7 Young Players to Watch” who has studied with jazz heavyweights like Charlie Haden, Wadada Leo Smith, Dave Douglas, Joshua Redman, and Matthew Shipp, it takes considerable confidence and courage for a young musician to match wits with veteran improvisers like William Parker and Gerald Cleaver. But on his second release, Divine Travels, saxophonist James Brandon Lewis does just that, not only holding his own with that masterful rhythm section but leading them down fresh and unexpected pathways.
This review warmed my heart , thank you much
You’re welcome James Brandon. The pleasure was all mine.