From the New York Sun:
Now entering its third year of Friday recitals, Harlem in the Himalayas began with Mr. Schoenberg's introduction of Chris Byars, after which the lights went out and a series of slides was projected on a screen behind the band. The new work was titled "Jazz Pictures at an Exhibition of Himalayan Art," but the first sound we heard was an impromptu recording of a random bunch of men singing in a Russian or Balkan dialect.
The quartet then played a boppish arrangement of that melody, before we journeyed, musically, ever further east. Next stop was a jazz treatment of an Arabian folk theme, after which the group, joined by Mr. Byars's father, James, on oboe, played a longer, Middle-East-inspired (and recently unearthed) work by the late jazz composer Gigi Gryce entitled "Al-Ghashiyah."
The rest of the show consisted of five pieces inspired by Tibetan artwork, none of which employed minor seconds or any of the traditional devices used by jazz composers to depict an Asian mood, except that each began with a tinkling bell. One piece did have the drummer, Stefan Schatz, playing a tabla, although, since the lights were out, it was hard to see exactly what he was doing.
This music, too, was highly bass-based: In addition to Mr. Byars on four different reeds, Mr. Schatz on drums, and John Mosca on trombone, the bassist Ari Roland spent a lot of time playing arco; apparently, the use of the bow gives the instrument more of a harmonic presence, necessary to compensate for the lack of a piano.
Mr. Byars is in the pantheon of the contemporary breed of composer-bandleaders. His music is highly original and thoroughly eclectic yet solidly within the jazz mainstream: One piece used fast-moving sustained notes in a manner reminiscent of "Cherokee" (a different kind of Indian art), another suggested a swing-era dance number (in the vein of "It Don't Mean a Thing"), and another was based on the standard 12-bar blues form. At its best, Mr. Byars's music is at once challenging and accessible. When Mr. Byars's father joins the group, the saxophone-oboe-trombone frontline is like nothing heard in jazz before.
Mr. Byars himself is impressive on all of his horns, particularly the dry, meaty timbre of his soprano sax, which, thankfully, recalled the late Steve Lacy more than it did the Celtic, New Agey way that the soprano is generally played these days.
Interestingly, because the lights were off, I tended to notice it less whenever he was switching horns. That was on the plus side for the lack of lighting; on the reverse, this being the end of a long day, once, and only once, I dozed off and dreamed that I was W.C. Fields, shooting sheep in the high Himalayas.
Will Friedwald - New York Sun (Apr 21, 2008)