Ian Carey Quntet, Contextualizin’ (Kabocha). Carey’s self-deprecation in his liner notes would have you believe that he’s not much of a trumpet player. It depends on what you mean by playing. True, there’s not a double high C anywhere on the album and no jet-speed series of gee-whiz chord inversions. Let’s settle for good tone, lyricism and contiguous ideas that lead somewhere. Carey and his young sidemen are in tune with one another, in every sense. In Adam Shulman he has a pianist who understands Bill Evans and in Evan Francis an alto saxophonist to keep an ear on.







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