Sean Trane
Generally regarded as the late-60’s best Shorter album, Super Nova is one of those transitional album between his standard-y Blue Note albums and his future Miles-Weather Report fusion era. Closer to the Iska Odissey than Schizophrenia, SN is an important step to understand Shorter’s evolution and how he fit in with Mile’s IaSL and BB revolution. Graced with a dreamy blue cloud artwork and produced by Duke Pearson (of Bon Byrd fame), I think this is Wayne’s last BN album. Some of the usual Shorter suspects ae present, like McL Vitous, Airto and DeJohnette, and normally but strangely enough, Chick, but on drums and vibes
Opening on the fast-bop (double inferno drumming) title track, Shorter veers slightly dissonant and even dubs himself over, but that’s for the past. The following Swee-Pea contrast heavily with its predecessor, a slow Spanish-guitar piece (courtesy of Booker) with some un-attributed Rhodes (you think, uh?), or most likely Chick on vibes, as you’ll find out a tad later and Shorter’s gentle and soft sax wailing soaring over them. The 9-mins+ Dindee is the side’s highlight and features some African percussions and one can feel the equatorial jungle sounds filling your aural space, with Shorter squeaking and screeching into his sax. Rest assured, we’re still faraway from Impulse!’s New Thing, though. A slow African chant graces the mid-section and tends to overstay its welcome, but once the demented percussions reappear and kick-start the wild improvised finale where shorter honks and squonks his foghorn to signal the end of the madness.
The flipside sees the Babies taking their bath in a fairly conventional canvas, but the succession of chords are deceptively simple on the surface, and it might just be my fave on the album. The almost 8-mins Capricorn is a much deeper and sombre affair, with the double drumming setting a layer of percussions that is enhanced with Airto’s ever-inventive percussions, while McL’s restrained guitar and Vitous’ bass rumbles create a real rainforest quagmire over which Shorter soars like a falcon. The closing More Than human rest on McL and Sharrock’s guitar string-tortures over Airto’s percussions bed, Shorter sails in a semi-dissonant fashion, but it can be awkward, because too far “out there” for the other musos’ boss’ instructions.
While the IaSL or WR’s soundscape are rather distant from SN’s overall sound, I can’t help but thinking that his sax envies are just too extreme for the compositions created. Indeed, when Wayne goes “new thing” on his sax, he forgets to bring along the rest of the package. An interesting listen, but this certainly not as flawless as some may point it out as.