Tim Berne, Sonic Youth, Jim Black, Pete Robbins, Dinosaur Jr, Kneebody, Miles Davis, Yo La Tengo, Bjork, Ornette Coleman, Aphex Twin, Smashing Pumpkins, Chris Speed, Phish, Wayne Shorter, The Mars Volta, Cuong Vu, Dirty Projectors, At the Drive-In, Andrew D'Angelo, TYFT, Deerhoof, John Coltrane, Jamie Saft, My Bloody Valentine, Refused, Happy Apple, The Claudia Quintet, Marc Ducret, Naked City, Tortoise, Zs
It seems the genius' that run UVM music have fallen ass-backward into a collective of supremely talented young musicians. Jazz Rehab play jazz in the experimental and improvised sense; their sound is a torrent of carefully gathered influences and creative innovation. The music is inflated with a spirit of true eclecticism that comes from both traditional education and a transcendental desire for new sounds. A brief conversation with bass player Ian Kovac reveals the bands zeal for the off-beat, form Free Jazz, to Post-Rock improvised noise and funk. These disparate influences and innumerably more all make incredible sense in the capable hands of Jazz Rehab.
Alto Sax player Andy Allen frequently introduces melodic elements that take a journey through unrecognizable territory only to re-emerge backed by the fury of the whole band. The interplay between guitar/piano lines and sax passages are particularly interesting. Each member, of course, has the ability to solo in a traditional straight-ahead jazz sense but this impulse is often disregarded for a simultaneously improvised caterwaul. Complex themes integrate seamlessly between members and are backed by the sensational and inventive percussionist Peter Negroponte... Jazz Rehab will challenge your music listening skills.
The musicians from Jazz Rehab are in numerous other projects including Rail, The Anthony Santor Group, the Xander Naylor Trio, Gua Gua, Stacked and others
-Andrew Menke, The Deli Magazine
Hi Jazz Rehab, What wonderful vibrations you are capable of. In your absence I am forced into finding other forms of amusement while thinking about you. The skin I shed is a perfume that makes water bubbles so terribly clear to me. I relentlessly desire cotton candy lollipops. You ever remind me of the enigma of happy thoughts I once forgot. I find your eyes to be a wondrous amusement park filled with neo-plastic pleasures and turkish delights. As the bliss slowly rises in my incandescent eluxulator, your mere presence has a euphoric effect upon me. Cities crumble, skies ignite spontaneously in your presence. The stickers hugging the fruit smell better than the perfume of ambergris. I sense wild vapors of sweet champagne in your larynx. Blinking reveals the true visage of beauty hidden within your eyes. A starfish's lifelong hallucinations of gelatin pools and of actuaries floating upon the foam and reciprocal ohm. Transistors bridge where your vanity would never go. Your eyes are like spheres of crystal water filled with shimmering dreams.
