I’m tempted to ask the band Tomato Box the origin of their name. I won’t, because I’m keen to guess.
About ten years ago I read that scientists were developing a square tomato that would be easier
to ship. I’ve not seen the results of their work, but I do know the difference between homegrown and
store bought tomatoes.
Like their homegrown namesake, the band Tomato Box cannot be fitted in a convenient carrying
case. Their sound doesn’t fit your typical square jazz square pigeonholes, nor do they play brain
dead (vegetable) free music. Drummer Michael Brenneis, who wrote seven of the songs here and
all the songs on their debut record Talisman, favors organic creations from his rather fertile
musicians.
The disc opens with “Rockstar” a staggering procession on what must have been a very tragic
end
to "a star that burned too brightly." The propelling drumming of Brenneis sets up Geoff
Brady’s
repeated marimba lines and the push-push of Todd Munnik’s clarinet.
While Brenneis’ drumming and nifty percussion work shines through, this band asserts itself as
a
whole unit throughout. The 10-minute “Wreckage” changes tempo and composed vs. free thought
constantly. Two of the tracks they cover, “La Diva de L’Empire” and “Petite Ouverture a danser” by
Erik Satie,
act as intermission or as soundtrack to silent film and give context to the instrumentation utilized and
its purpose.
Both “Blaze On, Idiot Sun, Blaze On” and “Rattlesnake” shift into some well-placed electronics.
“Blaze On” pairs a theremin with an aggressive saxophone flurry by Munnik. It’s science fiction
meets Peter Brotzmann. “Rattlesnake” chops and snips electric interference around a slow boat of
trouble.
While the 14-minute “Trend & Detail” wanders a bit, Tomato Box comes back with a boppish
“Your Mom
Called” that shifts time and temperature into a summation of jazz from bebop to post-Downtown
intellectualism.
Yuck, but there I said it, these Tomato guys are intellectuals. But their music is not engineered to
fit nicely in your local record shop filing system.
~ Mark Corroto
