Queen’s Hall, Edinburgh ****
As the album title slyly suggests, along with the disembodied clock parts on its sleeve, Trio HLK are all about the deconstruction of fragments, not mention time signatures, of often familiar numbers, which they do with sometimes cerebral, sometimes explosively visceral intent. Thus Dizzy Gillespie’s Anthropology became Anthropometrics, dissected by Harrold’s jagged boogie lines and by the seemingly multi-armed Kass’s bewilderingly shifting rhythms.
Glennie, hemmed in by a veritable stockade of vibes, marimba, tympani and assorted percussive gewgaws, emerged for a solo spot, hands flickering in an urgently driven piece for steel handpan and prepared tape, and to spar energetically on a separate drum kit with Kass in a number which concluded with a formidable break from the HLK drummer.
It wasn’t all thunder, however, as the sumptuously shimmering opening of their take on Wayne Shorter’s ESPdemonstrated, or the spooky sound world of vibe and piano chimes, woody marimba mutterings and guitar sighs which sometimes alternated with industrial drum clamour.