In the 17 years since
Calvin Keys
issued his last date on
Black Jazz
-- among the hippest of underground groove
jazz
labels -- much of the scene has changed. When he went back to do session and live work with
Ray Charles
and
Ahmad Jamal
, the groove was hiding somewhere in basement clubs in England and dressing itself up with
electronica
references. Thankfully trends tend to be circular, and in coming around the roots of the funkier side of groove
,
Keys
' new set might have the opportunity to at least be heard by DJs.
Detours Into Unconscious Rhythms
stands with
' finest solo moments on
; with the exception of the DJ scratching in places, one would never be able to distinguish what year this slab was waxed. Check the in-the-pocket bassline courtesy of
Artis Joyce
on
"Potholes"
lining up underneath
' funky, edgy accents and fills. Or note
Chester Thompson
's Hammond B3 strutting in alternate line counterpoint to
"Detour,"
or the slippery, mystically reverbed Fender Rhodes of
Kat Quano
up against the scratch and arpeggio fest on
"Urban Shaman."
It's all straight-up and greasy-fried groove. Even the vocal tracks -- which are not a detriment, with
Scheherazade Stone
crooning on top of an in-the-pocket rhythmic hypnosis and
soloing in his best
spiritual
/
gospel
vibe -- move the listener to shuffle his or her feet and shake his or her ass. It's not hard to remember when recordings like this were denigrated for their accessibility; it's about time that someone celebrated them for the same reason. This is simply as good as it gets in the groove
arena: full of
soul
, and yes, more
. ~ Thom Jurek