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Dave Stryker’s Blue Fire Burns Backwards Through Six Decades of Groove

Gold’s playing the actual Hammond that Jimmy Smith and Larry Young used. Not a replica, the real one. And yeah, you hear it. There’s a warmth there that software just doesn’t get, despite what they tell you. Stryker can handle bebop lines when he wants to, plays ballads without getting mushy. But it’s the blues underneath that matters – the bends, how he phrases things, when he leaves space. Jazz sits on top of that through harmony and how he improvises.

For listeners who love the organ trio tradition, this album is a gift. Stryker, Gold, and Hunter play this music with respect, technique, and understanding. The album consciously looks back to the sixties, when Jimmy Smith was defining the sound of the Hammond B-3 and Grant Green was cutting blues lines on guitar, and Stryker places himself squarely in that lineage without apology.

He plays the music of the past in the present and does so masterfully, with enough personality and conviction to justify the approach. The question is whether jazz needs another excellent traditionalist record, or if the genre’s future lies elsewhere. But that’s a debate about direction, not about quality – Blue Fire delivers exactly what it promises, and delivers it well.


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