Rob Prester…now there's I name I haven't run across since his 1988 Island/Antilles release Trillium. On his web page, Prester claims the LP received heavy rotation and notoriety, and that may well be the case elsewhere but not here in L.A. Too bad, too, because I liked the album well enough as a good slightly-to-one-side-of-middle-of-the-road slab. The guy had a Bob Jamesy approach within a funkier milieu. I hope the record indeed went over well, but, truth to tell, Island/Antilles had a shitty record in promoting its wares, so it wouldn't surprise me a bit if it actually hadn't, no fault of Prester's.
That same mode is carried forward here. Rob's retained that James touch and tempo, though he tends to be a bit more progressive than the esteemed MOR keyboardist. Listening, though, I get the feeling that the real impetus for his nimblest work weaves through from bassist Nicky Orta, as, after every way the hell cool solo, Prester suddenly ratchets his chops up noticeably, as the opening, title, and other cuts demonstrate. In fact, though Prester's clean, competent, and on the spot, Orta's really this CD's true stand-out, as he plays with more passion than Rob, whom it's obvious is classically trained and who sounds most often like he's giving a recital somewhere between GRP Bob and Chick Corea's Scientologist incarnation rather than letting loose…and jazz is all about letting loose, y'all.
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