Hatfield & the North - Hatfield & the North (1974)
This album is quickly becoming a favorite of mine, though I perhaps
might just prefer their next masterpiece, The Rotters' Club. Still, I find
myself playing this one all the time, a truly imaginative, unconventional
and sweetly relaxing slab of shimmering prog-fusion. Every musician on the
album turns in an amazing performance, especially the core quartet of
Sinclair, Stewart, Pyle and Miller. Perhaps a little more downbeat, breezy,
and relaxed than The Rotters' Club but still very much in a similar style. The
self-titled is perhaps a little more ornate, more guest musicians provide
for a consistently wider instrumental palette, as opposed to a relatively
stripped down and more energetic approach on the next release. The album
flows together as sort of an extended suite, with exquisite, melodic solos,
crisp rhythms and interlocking parts. Wonderful vocal textures drench the
album, from Richard Sinclair's distinctively off kilter poetry, to wordless
chanting, soothing female backing vocals courtesy of the "Northettes."
"Calyx" features Robert Wyatt's enchanting wordless vocals, before segueing
into the keyboard romp of lengthy "Son of 'There's No Place like Homerton'",
which in turn segues back into nonsensical chants in "Aigrette". Sinclair's
bass playing on "Rifferama" is so perfect, employing punchy lines the weave
flawlessly in and out of the various solos, extraordinarily complex yet
seemingly effortless. The whole album is linked together in this fashion,
making it difficult, not to mention pointless, to distinguish between the
different tracks. The album is a long piece of truly wonderful, melodic,
jazzy progressive that is unimaginably rich in texture, emotion and just
plain fun. You won't even come close to grasping it in a few listens, as
themes and motifs crop up unexpectedly throughout. This is an album you
really need to explore gradually, every listen has become more and more
enjoyable as I've been able to latch on to and anticipate various themes.
I've had this album in my changer for weeks and look forward to fully
unraveling its brilliance. If you're into the Canterbury sub-genre, you
probably already have this album. If you aren't yet, you should be, and you
should probably pick this one up right after The Rotters' Club.
Greg Northrup [May 2001]
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