The fanfare around London’s recent jazz resurgence has been loud. Thanks to grassroots organisations such as Tomorrow’s Warriors, which provide free workshops for teenagers interested in the genre but wary of its chin-stroking reputation, the vibrant scene has pushed through younger musicians whose audiences reflect their multiculturalism as much as their wide-ranging tastes.
This group reached the zenith of the hype machine when the band Ezra Collective sold out the 2,000-plus capacity club Koko last year, and Nérija signed to the major independent label Domino. Yet such music scenes often fragment into side projects and subgenres; this is as much Afrobeat, kuduro, jazz-rock and soca as it is bop. Perhaps we shouldn’t even be calling it jazz.
Read the review in the Guardian.
[This piece was published on 13/02/19]