There’s good fusion and bad fusion. This can be said to be true for all forms of music, from rock to rap, pop to folk, classical and beyond. But when the form is true to itself fusion can be just as rich and diverse as “standard” jazz. Allan Holdsworth is one such musician that has straddled the medium of jazz and fusion, most certainly one of fusion’s most important figures since its inception. His “real” debut as a full-fledged leader on I.O.U. showcases his talents as a bandleader, composer, arranger and of course, bad-ass guitar maestro. If you’re looking for a great album to massage you into the realm of fusion, I’d recommend Miles Davis’ In A Silent Way sessions. If you’re done with the cutsie day spa routine and wanna kick arse, then I.O.U.’s the one for you.
I must make something of a confession here: I am not a guitar player, guitar junkie or any other kind of guitar whore. I only say this because when I’ve gone to see Holdsworth, most of his fan base seems to be geeky guitar aficionados who don’t have a life, their skin a sickly pale hue, like slugs under a rock because they spend all their time trying to master Holdsworth/Steve Vai guitar solos. But Allan Holdsworth is no gimmick. His understanding of harmony, melody, chordal structures and more are so far out there he’s without a doubt, one of the most masterful musicians of his generation (and that’s saying something).
I.O.U.’s a watershed album for the entire genre of fusion. It is a time capsule where amazing playing, fantastic concept and great musicianship all merged to form a stellar performance. A mixture of vocal tracks and instrumentals, I.O.U. offers something for everyone. Paul Williams’ lyrics and signing (Checking Out and The Things You See [When You Don’t Have Your Gun] are two such tracks) provide a balance against the torrent of Holdsworth’s guitar onslaught. But not all of it’s over-the-top guitar chops. There are unusual, thoughtful melodies (Letters of Marque). Gary Husband also turns in a fine performance on the keys/drums. So pick up a copy of I.O.U. – you owe it to yourself.