Christophe Calpini and Franco Casagrande are two busy, genre-defying, musical pedigrees who play around with styles as they play around with projects. With CVs as long as their arms, their musical journeys are both peppered with collaborations that read like the Swiss Who’s Who of the electro-jazz, indie-folk, reggae and hip hop scenes. Calpini – a veteran drummer, knob twiddler, arranger and producer, who made his mark back in the 90s with Silent Majority, then continued via Eric Truffaz, Alain Bashung, and set up cult underground projects in the shape of Mobile in Motion and Stade. Casagrande – best known as the guitarist in the Swiss reggae band The Moonraisers, errant collaborator with outfits as varied from Chapter to Awadi, and master of a very capable vocal talent.
Ready to bite
‘Drifting Animals’ is the third Dog Almond LP recently issued on their own label, altogether a different affair from their quirky, groovy-edged “In Dog We Trust” of 2010 where the pooches were cute, cuddly and playful. Here the dogs are in a more sombre mood and are ready to bite. As the album cover suggests, intricate beauty sits aside danger, decay and darkness. The sound is fuller, larger, played live and loud. Distorted guitars, reverberating drums, vocoder voices add a depth and perspective which is at times melancholy, other times angry, always emotionally and musically audacious.
Epic, moody, multi-textured, swirling pop songs

Setting the tone perfectly is the opening track, “Dull Knife”, a richly menacing and dubby instrumental soundtrack, (imagine a would-be Tarantino reggae Western), greatly coloured by the baritone sax of Ganesh Geymeier. There’s an ambiant, trip-hoppy vibe that then takes over, big beats played sparse and wide giving room to highlight Casagrande’s vocal abilty that sits well in both a soft pop frame as that of fierce rocker. For some reason comparisons with Depeche Mode are springing to mind – epic, moody, multi-textured, swirling pop songs that could seduce a daytime radio listener as much as the stadium rock fan. “If it’s easy” is a typical example of a darkly captivating, tortured love song that sucks you in and spews you out thanks to less-is-more pacing, crafty sinister reverbs and an emotionally-sensitive vocal. My money sits with the closing track, “Inventing a moment”: deceptive languid melancholia set on fire by wonderful string arrangements and the guest-featured sax that swirls us into a heady jazz-tinged finale.
Dog Almond forthcoming gigs:
7/03/14: Chat Noir-Carouge (Ge)
28/03/14: Le Bout Du Monde – Vevey (Vd)
3/05/14: Hacienda-Sierre (Vs)
Spontaneous cameraderie and a deeply felt musical intention are what unite this group and deliver an immediate, powerful jazz punch. Tonight at Lausanne’s
jumping as he scats, sings and cajoles it into action, rolling out the pretty melodies and interplaying beautifully with the often darker hues of the sax. Shame there’s no microphone, I’m curious to hear more of his singing voice but am later informed that his vocalese is not an imitation of Keith Jarrett, just a special way of entering into communication with a foreign piano that is ever-changing whilst on tour.
emotional fire as well as delicate spaciouness. Whether building up a frantic storm as in “The Elevator” à la 60s Blue Note soundtrack or hinting at the sinister grey fog in the traditional Swiss-German folksong ‘Wie di graue Näbel schlyche”, his sound carries a weight of emotion and accompanies the listener into a spiritual musical dimension.
I’m tempted to describe 
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You physically feel the power of Elina’s cry
I have to admit I was entranced by Colin’s imagination; he is a potent voice and I want to check his own trio now. At times he played with such melancholy it broke my heart, then in a moment, flashed his anger or became cold, like ice cubes dropping into Elina’s blood-red cocktail, cracking and clinking, changing the temperature. He used various techniques to physically alter the piano, deadening the resonance or twisting the keys into cimbalom-like notes, revealing a Balkan soul whilst never breaking the spiritual thread of jazz.
One guitar („Fifty bucks.“), one amplifier („fifty bucks.“), one speaker („fifty bucks.“), and one bass drum („from the trash.“) is all that Beat Zeller, aka the
He delivers his absurdist multi-sexual lyrics in a primordial howl that is part animal lust, post-coital sorrow, and part comedy. Driving himself forward with an incessantly rattling bass drum and occasionally permitting himself a Dylanesque wail on the harmonica, he is a truly unique performer. In this rivetting performance in front of a sizeable and highly appreciative crowd in one of the most enjoyable small venues in London he manages to burn not one but two amplifiers in one performance. Ace!
Samuel Blaser
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When I hear a band like Who Trio, I feel I need to get out from under my rock and listen to a lot more Swiss-based music. Playing together since 1995, they thrilled Lausanne’s Jazz Onze+ Festival last week with highlights such as drummer
Put simply, three toddlers. Who are black belts in music improvisation. The way they played, stroked, tweaked, plucked and beat the living daylights out of their instruments, was as creatively done as it could be. 