- Music Reviews
- September 11, 2020
Ice Age (Riding Easy Records). Review by Carl F. Gauze.
Shelton Hull grooves on Nat Hentoff’s most recent jazz writing, collected here in one short, sweet volume.
Raga Bop Trio (Abstract Logix). Review by Shelton Hull.
Fela Kuti: Na Poi + Chop ‘N Quench (Knitting Factory). Review by Shelton Hull.
It wasn’t all Bach and hypochondria in the life of mercurial pianist Glenn Gould. Shelton Hull finds this new biography awash in details of the great musician’s love life and other psychological insights.
Fate to Fatal EP. Review by Shelton Hull.
Kenny Gallo, aka “Kenji”, aka “Ken Calo”, aka “Kenji Kodama”, aka “Ramon Gomez”, aka “Ramon Gonzalez” and, of course, aka “Kenny G.” Shelton Hull ponders the memoirs of a gangster and informant.
Hunton Downs gives readers new insight into the true events surrounding the death of one of America’s celebrity heroes in The Glenn Miller Conspiracy. This is no pulp fiction, folks.
Shelton Hull finds there is much to learn in this collection of conversations with the enigmatic and innovative trumpeter, not nearly as reticient with interviewers as legend has it.
Shelton Hull makes a case for Mel Lewis, an underrated and subtle jazz drummer, who is finally starting to get his reissue due – including this excellent concert dvd from 1986.
Shelton Hull hails the rise of women in positions of power throughout the world – laying odds that Aung San Suu Kyi and Benazir Bhutto will be the ones to watch in 2008.
Shelton Hull finds much to praise in Jodie Foster’s latest film. Consider it the anti-Hostel.
Bring on the bad guys! Shelton Hull finds a little joy in pro wrestling again after reading this encyclopedic history of heels, the grapplers you love to hate.
Volume One (Om). Review by Shelton Hull.
Charles Mingus stood tall as an oak tree and played an upright bass made of the blackest ebony. Maybe not, but Shelton hull provides proof why the man remains a legend to this day.
Shelton Hull is surprised by the candor- and relative lack of gaps and redactions- in this posthumous autobiography of shadowy CIA man and Watergate plumber E. Howard Hunt.
Shelton Hull looks back at the works of Django on electric guitar, along the way wondering why this material hasn’t been collected in a boxed set and what Charlie Parker would have thought of it.
Shelton Hull is smitten with the absolute excellence of a newly-reissued live set of music recorded in Tokyo, circa 1963, from the underrated Jezebel of Jazz.
Shelton Hull attempt to offer some words of comfort to the people of Virginia, in the wake of tragedy.