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Ted Chubb, Gratified Never Satisfied (Unit Records)

If you dig the sweet trumpet of Sean Jones or Wynton Marsalis, you’d do well to clue into this New Jersey-by-way-of-Ohio guy, whose past experiences include stints playing with the touring company of Broadway’s Jersey Boys and helping out with Jazz House Kids, a community arts organization that teaches kids jazz, headed up by the legendary Christian McBride. Chubb, a 20-year-veteran of the jazz scene, jacked his stock by studying trumpet with William B. “Prof” Fielder, who coached the duo mentioned above, as well as Terence Blanchard and Terrell Stafford, but regardless, stuff this smooth has to start with a deep well of ability. An incredibly friendly, very listenable album, this is Chubb’s first as a leader of a sextet, after blowing the doors open with quartets in two previous records. Half the tunes are his own, demonstrating great melodic bop flow on the title-track opener and (even more) “Little Sid,” deep torch flavor on “Space” and eloquent asphalt sizzle on “Tuesday.” Covers include a delightfully modernized version of Brooks Bowman’s “East of the Sun” and an exuberant, 1970s-tinged rip of Wayne Shorter’s “Adams Apple.” A+ — Eric W. Saeger




Ani DiFranco, Binary (Righteous Babe Records)
CD Reviews: July 13, 2017

07/13/17
By Eric Saeger news@hippopress.com



 Ani DiFranco, Binary (Righteous Babe Records)

Though rarely receiving Joni Mitchell-sized accolades for anything she’s done, DiFranco has become a feminist icon during her nearly 30-year career, mostly by facing current events and women’s issues with a sneer that hasn’t ever sat well with people possessed of a Y chromosome. It might have helped if she’d been a little less … I don’t know, branded in her eyes-closed, gently histrionic delivery. Whatever your impression of her, though, it’d be hard to claim this isn’t a great time for her to gather a new generation of audience, so here she gets depressively symphonic with “Pacifist’s Lament,” whose lyrics wonder why we can’t all get a time-out for all the divisiveness. The record is naturally less happy (if you can call her stuff happy) than 2014’s Allergic to Water for obvious reasons, but “Terrifying Sight” has a casual syncopation and quirkiness that’s hypnotizing. Her chilly, disillusioned 2017 ode to Barack Obama, “Deferred Gratification,” is here also. A





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