Album Review: Jazz from Italy Volume 1 by The Gianfranco Intra Quartet
Alright, so I’ve been vibing to Jazz from Italy Volume 1 by The Gianfranco Intra Quartet, and lemme tell ya—this album is a vibe. Released under the UK-based label Durium, it’s one of those records that feels like hanging out with old friends who just get you. The genre? Classic jazz, baby. But not in a boring, “dad’s record collection” kinda way. This is the kind of jazz that makes you wanna pour a drink (or three) and let the night roll.
Let’s dive into some tracks because, honestly, there’s a lot to unpack here. First up, "Don’t Blame Me." Oh man, this one hits different. It starts off smooth, almost like the band is whispering secrets directly into your ear. The piano work by Gianfranco Intra himself is buttery soft but packs a punch when it needs to. You can hear how much fun they’re having while playing—it’s infectious. There’s something about the way the rhythm section locks in with the melody that just makes you forget everything else for a moment. Like, wow, life could be worse, right?
Then there’s "Stella by Starlight," which is hands down my favorite on the album. I mean, come on—that intro alone gives me goosebumps every time. The sax takes center stage here, weaving through the tune like it’s telling its own little story. It’s moody without being over-the-top dramatic, and the whole thing has this cinematic quality to it. Imagine walking down a foggy street at night, maybe wearing a trench coat (even though you’d never do that in real life). That’s what this track feels like—a mini movie soundtrack for your brain.
Other highlights include "Crazy Rhythm"—which lives up to its name—and "All the Things You Are," a timeless standard done justice by the quartet. Honestly, though, no matter which track you pick, you’re getting solid musicianship and an undeniable sense of joy. These guys clearly love what they’re doing, and it shows.
Here’s the kicker: even though the album’s called Jazz from Italy, it was recorded in the UK. Weird, right? Feels like someone couldn’t decide where home really was, but hey, music doesn’t need borders anyway. At the end of the day, this record reminds me why jazz will always have a special place in my heart. It’s raw, emotional, and sometimes messy—but isn’t that what makes it so damn beautiful?
So grab a copy if you can find it (good luck—it’s kinda rare!), crank up the volume, and let The Gianfranco Intra Quartet take you on a ride. Just don’t blame me if you end up falling in love with it.
