ombining elements of jazz, rock, and funk, Code 3 displays their strongest
influences with a disc that occupies a territory abutting all three genres, albeit
leaning powerfully toward funk tinged jazz. Built around a two-man core, but with
musical responsibilities finely balanced among all three members, the trio
stylistically parallels many of the musicians who have informed their writing and
playing; still, their penchant for dynamic shading, harmonic variety, and
pile-driving grooves ensures that the tightly woven 'Lift Off' is more than a
tribute CD. The eleven original tracks on their second tour-de-force for Chromatic
Minus Records cover a considerable emotional range and show a talent for
well-turned, but unlikely melodies moving through absorbing chord changes.
The ferocious opening track is a particularly effective example of Jeff Miley's
comprehensive writing and guitar playing. Dedicated and clearly indebted to Steve
Morse (Dixie Dregs, Deep Purple), "Switchback" is an imaginative and progressive
effort that weaves sundry guitar parts with darting bass excursions from a fiery,
through controlled Doug Shreeve, one of the hippest young bassists in Los Angeles.
The band's signature tune, "Code 3," is Shreeve's composition and clearly evokes its
meaning in police/fire department terminology: an emergency that requires vehicles,
sirens on, to run every red light en route to an accident, fire, or crime scene.
Shreeve's fondness for angularity, long dissonant inversions, and fragmented rhythms
across bar lines sets up a sense of immediacy that drummer Eric Wells captures with
off-center rhythmical shifts and oblique accentuations, adding drama and
exhilaration to an already high level of energy.
"Avatar" is a slowly evolving, meditative vamp that ranges from a contemplative
sound-collage to a hectic, swirling guitar-bass assault set against synthesizer
tracks employed as a discreet musical canvas over which Eric Wells delivers a
powerful and polyrhtymic solo. "Space Creeper" flaunts Shreeve's sequenced samples
as well as distinctive touches of color from Miley's arsenal of guitar effects.
It is a two-part mysteriously intertwining tune that gives a "tip-of-the-hat" to
Scott Henderson and Gary Willis (Tribal Tech). "Torn" features Shreeve, a player
with a burgeoning reputation, whose relentless solo is totally devoid of superfluous
embellishment or sentiment as he turns ideas inside out and upside down over many
choruses with expressive slurring, double stops, and gorgeous harmonics. The playing
is both muscular and flawless.
The collective playing on the shuffle "Firefly" shows how far removed the band's
uncompromising ensemble sound is from a fusion formula.
Though Miley is not immune to influence--there are strong elements of John Scofield
in his playing--he does encompass a superb technique and an idiosyncratic feel for
lyrical flight, both allied to an immediately recognizable sound and a strong
melodic sensibility. Shreeve's bass lines, for all their apparent simplicity, follow
the subtle and supple twists and turns of Miley's guitar work, and Wells is
rhythmically perfect, whether adding intricate stick work or underpinning the pent
up energy of the multi-tracked "Secret Thoughts," an unrelenting tune in the
Hungarian minor mode on which Shreeve plays 5, 7, and 8-string basses. The tune is
an ideal channel for Miley's broad musical vocabulary; he is utterly at home both on
his instrument and in this style. His usual impeccable control and good taste are
well in evidence.
These days as jazz prodigies are spilling out of music schools, when technique and
resourcefulness are taken for granted, there is about Code 3 a poise, a sense of
relaxed power that few groups can quite command. Though many of these tunes were
multi-tracked, one has the sense that a tight-knit group of like-minded souls
recorded the disc live in the studio. Marked by taut as well as dexterous melodies
moving through interesting chord patterns, this release may not break new musical
ground, but it is an original demonstration of the breath of expression possible in
an absurdly maligned genre called fusion.
Popping this disc into the car's CD player is the perfect way to pass an hour on the
open road. Your spirits will unfailingly lift off.