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**** (4 stars)
Mouth Eating Trees rather squares the circle, a trio performance of
great concentration and one which, despite the extraordinary title,
gives away little more about itself, creating a sequence of five
engimatic numbered canvases, each with a sweep out of all proportion to
actual size. Numbers one and five are tiny and yet seem to contain an
extraordinary amount of musical information. The very long part four,
on the other hand, makes a whole out of tiny elements, almost like a
mosaic, but with much less sense of developing, unfolding structure.
— Richard Cook & Brian Morton, The Penguin Guide to Jazz on CD, fifth edition
Swedish reed player Mats Gustafsson has displayed his prowess as
a member of the Gush trio and in duet with both Paul Lovens and
Günter Christmann. The Chicago OkkaDisk label first championed
him in the U.S. with the release of Parrot Fish Eye where he was
paired with several Chicago musicians. Though any of the above would
serve as a great introduction to this phenomenal young player, Mouth
Eating..., in company with masters Guy and Lovens, is nothing short
of spectacular. Recorded live in a studio during a Swedish radio
broadcast, this recording kicks in from the very first hushed phrases
of the opening solo by Gustafsson and builds to a sustained level
of intensity that never falters. Faced with masterful collaborators
on the level of Guy and Lovens must be a daunting task for a young
player, but Gustafsson flourishes. The three connect immediately,
with a level of subtlety and detail that Guy and Lovens have grown
to command over their years of collective explorations of spontaneous
inventions. Rather than an interaction of give and take, the three
seamlessly lock in, perfectly attuned for dynamically charged results.
The music unfolds with an open sense of sonic space and incendiary
tensions, moving in and out between hushed sections of delicate
filigrees and dense barrages of skirling tempests. All three aptly
draw from the full sonic and textural range of their instruments,
from clattering keypads, scrubbed strings, and the eerie timbers
of bowed saw to caterwauling cascades of reed overtones, scrabbled
skeins of double bowed bass, and arcing forks of crackling toms
and shimmering cymbals...
— Michael Rosenstein, Cadence Magazine, April 1997
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