?Android Love Cry? is Tigermilk?s third release and delivers a persistently unsettled listening experience. One minute inhabiting delicate regions populated with traditional interplays and post-bop handles, the trio of Rob Mazurek?s on cornet, Jason Roebke on bass and Dylan van der Schyff?s percussion, then jumps to volatile improvisation that holds firm in its search for outer ideas of music. A three-minute solo by Mazurek cleanses the appetite before the next move of genuflecting before the album?s title and building electronic noises that orbit behind the hunt for contrasts and textural exchanges
Maybe in an effort to undermine valid comparisons with Miles, it is Mazurek who contributes the laptop sounds. His flat tones on ?Spirit Spore Flash?, and gentle oscillations within ?Falling Signals Rising? add a notable fourth dimension to the trio, however his banjo on ?Minimal Distress Code? is a bit like the elephant in the room that no one wants to talk about.
Roebke and van der Schyff conduct themselves with impressive inventiveness no matter what realm they?re in. When Roebke bows his bass it makes a sincere moan, and his ability for maintain rhythmic momentum without sacrificing his own improvisation shows tremendous understanding of what?s coming ahead.
Dylan van der Schyff meanwhile seems equipped with a smorgasbord of instruments to choose from. Not that he tries to play them all at once, but the astute percussive variety on offer does again give this album a feeling of wide imagination. His performance on ?Already Crippled By Water And Wind? is nothing short of exhilarating.
Disappointingly, there is no real production ambience to speak of. Although a recording studio is credited, the lack of tangible acoustics means this album might as well have been played directly onto hard drive. This is not necessarily a criticism, more an observation of the type of jazz this is. ?Android Love Cry? never sounds as if bordering on collapse. No moment arrives when you think things are out of control. It is, however, a considerable feast of ideas, which are neither overwrought nor heavy with ideology. There? passion to be had here, and sweat as well, it might just be of the armchair kind. 7/10 -- Sean Rabin (19 June, 2007)