The Basement, November 3 No one can ever accuse the Italians of making anaemic art. From Dante to Puccini they have never been frightened of passion and drama. If you don’t feel anything when you encounter Italian art, chances are you’re dead. Their best jazz maintains this ardour, epitomised…
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Foundry 616, October 29 His almost serene, middle-distance stare was a mask. Boiling from his limbs was an intensity behind the drums that few have matched. Even when the stare was punctuated by eye contact with a colleague, or a grin of mischievous delight, Jeff “Tain” Watts’ drumming remained ferocious.…