There was a comment saxophonist Anthony Braxton said in an interview that I felt was very interesting. I’m paraphrasing here, but he said something to the effect that just because he plays the saxophone doesn’t mean he plays or has to play jazz all the time. The instrument is held solid with jazz, even though it can be used in a wide range of settings, like a guitar, but the saxophone is just jazz. I thought of this as I was listening to this album by a trio who call themselves Bug Jargal. Nello Da Pont, Giorgio Pacorig, and Luciano Caruso begin in a very open fashion, not free jazz or anything but slowly building themselves up and I hear Caruso’s saxophone world. Here I was, expecting something textural and then Da Pont’s drums kick in and… it has a groove. Not funky, but it grooves well, just bars repeated without a bass line, and I say this because it’s what I generally crave in other music. Then Pacorig plays his Fender Rhodes and it sounds very much like jazz to me, or at least avant-garde jazz. It could be something freaky on ECM, it could be something on another distant record label, it could be one of Sun Ra’s musicians doodling in an earthbound manner. It’s not a garbled mess, there is some sense of precision going on, but it’s nice to hear just three guys playing for the sake of playing, very improvisational (at least to my ears) and without a care of where they’re going to go next, or with each other. Pacorig sometimes plays with the spirit of Herbie Hancock or Keith Jarrett so at times it may feel like you’ll think Miles Davis will come out, play his trumpet for two minutes, then stair at the wall for the next 22 minutes. As the liner notes state, “there is respect, mutual trust and complicity” and that can be felt. Again, unsure of where they’re going, but they’re going, and I’m glad they did. Further journeys, gentlemen.