Lu Watters and the YBJB attracted,
and I suppose continue to attract, a rather
bad press. Seen as derivative revisionists
of a cornball stripe their place in the historic
re-evaluation of New Orleans music has been
consistently overlooked. And yet their early
1940s standpoint predated the majority of
"authentic" recordings made of first
or second-generation jazzman in the Crescent
City in that decade. And the YBJA acted as
a catalyst for numerous bands and set a standard
that others looked towards emulating. There
was certainly some corny material along the
way but the serious business of the two beat,
tuba laden, two trumpet frontline embraced
a great deal else; King Oliver, Morton, some
obscure blues, rag time, the ODJB and some
authentic-sounding originals. It was essentially
a repertory band based explicitly on the Oliver
band of the early 1920s and the Watters-Bob
Scobey team fused with Turk Murphy’s pungent
trombone and clarinettist Ellis Horne (later
Bob Helm) to produce rip-roaring and exciting
ensemble, full of guts and gusto.
There are plenty of highlights
– from the fine recreation of the Original
Jelly Roll Blues to Murphy’s big fat trombone
on Come Back, Sweet Papa with an ebullient
ride out chorus, one of the band’s specialities.
Watters himself plays a good, solid lead and
dovetails expertly with Bob Scobey and they
dig up some arcane stuff along the way; heard
Fred Longshaw’s Daddy Do recently.
Ever? Textures can be thick, it’s true, and
Ellis Horne’s clarinet often gets submerged
in the balance but that two beat feel is good
for Tiger Rag and makes it sound fresh
and invigorating rather than tired and stale.
Working Man Blues has a real swing
to it and there’s some driving lead in Big
Bear Stomp. Helm struggles in Antigua
Blues where the rinky-dink banjo is a
decided liability as well but Wally Rose contributes
pleasant raggy piano in Emperor Norton’s
Hunch, Watters’ own biggest hit. The
last two tracks, which featured the 1950 band
show a change of direction; rather more easy
listening, with a cornball-ish vocal and less
of the doctrinaire New Orleans esprit. But
the confidence of the band remained untouched
and its strident drive remained a tonic.
The transfers are in the
main in very decent sound, and the notes by
Peter Dempsey cover the field justly and well.
Jonathan Woolf