You’ll rarely find a more funny, lively and interesting solo album such as this one. Paul Hubweber’s masterful control of any timbral aspect of the instrument guarantees music that transcends the trombone itself to become a soulful expression, a creature that continually moves and modifies its forms, appearing and disappearing just like a ghost. Breath and voice also contribute to a festival of changing parts, from raspy and raucous noises to perfectly tuned diaphonics, passing through harmonics a la Diamanda Galas (or Demetrio Stratos, if you prefer). Hubweber’s techniques are absolutely flawless and one can detect years of playing and tone research in any of these tracks, but this is a classic case in which technique itself becomes a means to an end and not – never – the opposite. Really excellent stuff.