Music Review: The Nels Cline Singers - Draw Breath

Now that Rolling Stone magazine has recently anointed him a "guitar god," cutting edge guitarist Nels Cline has progressed far beyond his minor icon status of the 1990s in the Los Angeles experimental music scene to become something of a known quantity among followers of progressive-minded electric guitarists like Bill Frisell, Marc Ribot, James "Blood" Ulmer or David Torn. It also hasn't hurt that his profile has been raised by his work with guys like Charlie Haden, Thurston Moore, and Tim Berne.

Not only that, but Cline has been on a tear in the studio of late, releasing in lead or co-lead form four albums in a nine-month span. His timely Andrew Hill tribute New Monestary came out in September of last year, Downpour with Andrea Parkins and Tom Rainey hit the street in April, Wilco's Sky Blue Sky was released in May, and just a mere six weeks later, we get Draw Breath by his Nels Cline Singers.

For those who don't quite get the joke, the "Nels Cline Singers" are not singers at all, they are a trio of musical misfits led by the namesake as well as Devin Hoff (contra bass, bowed and plucked) and Scott "Pops" Amendola (drums, percussion, electronic effects). While Wilco might be considered Cline's outlet for more mainstream music in the form of country-flavored rock (especially since his alt-country band The Geraldine Fibbers is ancient history), The Nels Cline Singers is one of his favored vehicles for stretching out. The only rule that seems to guide The Singers — aside from not singing — is to throw every other rule out of the window.

As he's done so many times before as a leader, Draw Breath is for all intent purposes Cline finding the most outrageous juxtaposition of rock, jazz and avant garde and burrowing himself there. But he's also too much of a contemplative musician to rely heavily on constant bombardment with power chords or unrelenting noise. His preferred method of grabbing a stranglehold of your auditory senses is to pull back the slingshot as far back as he can. You are bracing in anticipation for the release and when it finally comes, Cline and his crew typically nails the bulls-eye.

This describes the strategy used to great effect for the opening two tracks "Caved-In Heart Blues" and "Attempted." In the former, Amendola's slow-time thuds sound like distant thunder heralding the approach of a storm. Cline stays low key, rarely rising above a murmer, except for a brief, frightening sound emitted from his guitar toward the end. In the latter, the tracks starts out as deceptively pedestrian free-form bop until Cline's guitar morphs from a light flittering to shades of Sonny Sharrock not much more than two minutes in. Amendola's drums get more tumultuous and Hoff is coming unhinged. Cline is a bona fide beast on the electric guitar all throughout. The perfect storm has arrived.

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