Marcus Strickland Twi-Life - People Of The Sun
Marcus Strickland Twi-Life – People Of The Sun
Blue Note / Universal
Veröffentlichung: 09. November 2018
When last we heard from Brooklyn composer-saxophonist Marcus Strickland, on 2016's Nihil Novi, he was testing his mettle at hip-hop-inspired production, blending genres with a little help from album producer Meshell Ndegeocello. In the process, something big happened: "I was no longer concerned about what is or isn't jazz," he says. "I got rid of those barriers and was like, 'Well, who the fuck am I?' That's when I started on this path." On his thrilling new LP, People of the Sun, Strickland blazes down that trail fully at the helm of his music—performing, writing, and producing with his outrageously able Twi-Life band on deck—even as he sonically and socially traces the African diaspora from present to past in an effort to unpack his identity. "I'm thinking about where we came from," says Strickland, "and how that clashes and goes hand in hand with what we've created here as Black Americans." The result is an album that's busy and beautiful, inventive and contemplative, an amalgam of influences from West Africa (griot culture, Afrobeat, percussion) and America (post-bop, funk-soul, beat music) performed in the key of revelation.
Of course, genre doesn't mean much to Strickland—"Trying to fit into one has absolutely nothing to do with the progress of music," he declares—but origin does. And though his epiphany about not conforming to a particular sound may be recent, his roots and career have been bending toward that all along. Growing up in Miami, Strickland always thought of music "in a very mixed up way." He heard Haitian sounds, Afro-Cuban rhythms, and southern rap in the streets, while at home his dad would jump from Stevie to Coltrane to P-Funk on his reel-to-reel deck. Meanwhile, his mom put Marcus and his twin brother E.J. into art school so they'd be surrounded by proper "music nerds." The talent they nurtured there on saxophone and drums (respectively) propelled the pair on to The New School at just the right time: college was basically one wild jam session with likeminded upstarts like Robert Glasper, Keyon Harrold, and Bilal Oliver—guys who'd go on to remake jazz (and more) in their own post-modern musical image. "Something was brewing," recalls Strickland. "All I knew was whatever I was into, it was there. I was in the right place."
To hear People of the Sun, that backdrop feels more like fate than chance. Strickland's eighth album opens with "Lullaby," a track that moves in two different time zones, swaying to our host's saxophone up top and jittering underneath to the djembe and batas of the Ghanaian-born, St. Louis-raised Weedie Braimah. Second song "Timing" pairs Twi-Lifer Mitch Henry's shimmering organ with an astral trap beat before the rhythm section gives us a drum 'n' bass-evoking jolt—Kyle Miles' low end burbling along to Charles Haynes' rapid-fire snaps and pops. Strickland's blowing glides over the bustling scene, which is fitting since he was imagining "being a black superhero, soaring through the air trying to save my people." It nearly sounds like something Flying Lotus might dream up, but live. That's because after Nihil Novi's fractured approach, Strickland knew he wanted his band all in one room playing together again. Their chemistry is palpable even on headnodic funk-bubbler "On My Mind," where Bilal and Pharoahe Monch explore infatuation and romantic love, while modern griot Greg Tate speaks on a nurturing force that's more elemental.
Another facet that sets People of the Sun apart: Strickland's lesser-known woodwind obsession the bass clarinet, which adds its noirish hues to so many of these songs. His interest began years ago and, fittingly, he says, "It had nothing to do with Eric Dolphy." Shortly after his fiery 2001 LP debut At Last, Strickland took third place in the Thelonious Monk International Jazz Competition for saxophone. Rather than invest in better brass, he spent his winnings on: a) software that would help him emulate J Dilla's beats, and b) a busted bass clarinet inspired by Madlib's low reed sounds. He kept those interests quiet as he honed his approach, but with 2006's double-album Twi-Life it became evident that Strickland was playing in two worlds: the old one that belonged to his jazz heroes, and the new one that wove disparate genres into one technicolor tapestry. He continued exploring—with spoken word on Open Reel Deck (2007), classic ballads on Of Song (2009) and left-field songwriting on Idiosyncracies (2009), where Strickland interpreted everyone from Björk to André 3000—until he was able to meld it all into a sound and feel that is undeniably his own.
Which gives the artist his sturdiest platform yet from which to ask what it means to be black in America. A pair of songs embodies two sides of the struggle. "Black Love" explores strength as Strickland calls his parents and confidantes to ask them on the fly what the titular phrase means to them. "There's another layer to it for oppressed people," he summarizes. "Because your love is transferred to your community. To preserve it, you have to think of your people as one instead of thinking of just yourself." But "Cloaked in Controversy" captures anxiety as two women—one representing a child and the other an adult—read the same prepared lines reminding the men in their lives about the bodily danger lurking outside their doors. The point, says Strickland, is "No matter what age you are, that script exists in your mind: a black male can get arrested, tried and sentenced much more harshly than any other, whether he's your brother, father, uncle, husband, son or granddad." The instrumental "Build" falls in between both literally and figuratively, always pushing toward a hard-won slice of peace but getting slowed by loops and snags along the way.
But People of the Sun's message isn't bleak. "Marvelous," with its royal, African-kissed groove, offers a corollary to the fear of "Cloaked In Controversy"—a black male, the soulful Akie Bermiss, praising his partner as his rock in a chaotic world. And the Fela-infused "Aim High" finds Jermaine Holmes cooing inspiration to a new generation. In fact, the vocodered mantra sung by Henry on the title cut spells it out: "Praise the queens, praise the kings of the sun/Stand on up, join the fight, fight for your rights/Spread the love, rise above, reach for the light." Strickland was inspired by the writing of Ta-Nehisi Coates, and the oration of Malian griots like Bazoumana Sissoko. Here he highlights the importance of dialogue and—through music—a more visceral form of communion. It all comes together on closer "Spirit of the Music." Twi-Life sits in the pocket while Czech-born Africologist Petra Richterova speaks on her experience with the culture. But as her voice fades, Braimah's congas crackle and the band explodes. When it's all played and done, we're left with exuberance—shouts and laughter—and a sense that we've come a bit closer to a deeper truth.