| Pithecanthropus Erectus was Charles Mingus' breakthrough 
      as a leader, the album where he established himself as a composer of boundless 
      imagination and a fresh new voice that, despite his ambitiously modern concepts, 
      was firmly grounded in jazz tradition. Mingus truly discovered himself after 
      mastering the vocabularies of bop and swing, and with Pithecanthropus Erectus 
      he began seeking new ways to increase the evocative power of the art form 
      and challenge his musicians (who here include altoist Jackie McLean and 
      pianist Mal Waldron) to work outside of convention. The title cut is one 
      of his greatest masterpieces: a four-movement tone poem depicting man's 
      evolution from pride and accomplishment to hubris and slavery and finally 
      to ultimate destruction. The piece is held together by a haunting, repeated 
      theme and broken up by frenetic, sound-effect-filled interludes that grow 
      darker as man's spirit sinks lower. It can be a little hard to follow the 
      story line, but the whole thing seethes with a brooding intensity that comes 
      from the soloist's extraordinary focus on the mood, rather than simply flashing 
      their chops. Mingus' playful side surfaces on "A Foggy Day (In San 
      Francisco)," which crams numerous sound effects (all from actual instruments) 
      into a highly visual portrait, complete with honking cars, ringing trolleys, 
      sirens, police whistles, change clinking on the sidewalk, and more. This 
      was the first album where Mingus tailored his arrangements to the personalities 
      of his musicians, teaching the pieces by ear instead of writing everything 
      out. Perhaps that's why Pithecanthropus Erectus resembles paintings in sound 
      -- full of sumptuous tone colors learned through Duke Ellington, but also 
      rich in sonic details that only could have come from an adventurous modernist. 
      And Mingus plays with the sort of raw passion that comes with the first 
      flush of mastery. Still one of his greatest. -- Steve Huey (AMG) |