Big sound? Jimmy Farace has plenty of it. He uses every inch of the baritone saxophone’s range with authority and imagination, from the throaty upper register crowning his improvisation on “Just Us Blues” to the cellar-shaking depths of the kaleidoscopic cadenza on “Chelsea Bridge.” This is music that doesn’t hedge or hide—it speaks plainly, powerfully, and from the gut.
The phrase “big shoulders,” borrowed from Carl Sandburg’s immortal portrait of Chicago, carries layered meaning here. For Farace, it reflects both the city’s muscular swagger and the giants on whose shoulders he stands, particularly the masters of the baritone saxophone whose voices shaped his own. Big Shoulders, Big Sounds is a statement of purpose, one that embraces lineage while claiming space in the present.
Following his acclaimed 2025 debut Hours Fly, Flowers Die—named one of the Best Jazz Albums of the year by All About Jazz and included in Bill Milkowski’s Top 100 Jazz Albums—Farace pares the music down to its essentials. This time, there’s no piano, no harmonic safety net: just baritone saxophone, bass, and drums. Joined by two of Chicago’s most trusted musicians, bassist Clark Sommers and drummer Dana Hall, Farace steps fully into the light and lets the music take the risk. The result is a trio record rooted in trust, shared history, and the sheer exhilaration of discovering how much sound three musicians can summon together.
The title nods not only to Chicago, but to the baritone lineage itself. Echoes of Gerry Mulligan’s lyric clarity, Charles Davis’s depth and edge, and a broader tradition stretching from Billy Strayhorn to Sammy Fain run quietly through the record. Yet this is no exercise in nostalgia. Farace’s originals—“Cloud Splitter,” “Prophetic Dreams,” “DST,” “Decorah’s Dance,” and “Three Headed Dragon”—are deeply personal, each orbiting an emotional state: restlessness, momentum, irritation, joy, and that charged sensation that something is always about to shift.
With no chordal instrument to define the terrain, the trio operates in open air. Sommers and Hall, longtime musical partners, create a supple, breathing environment that allows Farace to move fluidly between heft and lightness, propulsion and lyricism. The music sounds expansive without ever feeling crowded, virtuosic without losing its narrative thread.
The standards—“Chelsea Bridge,” “I’ll Be Seeing You,” and Charles Davis’s “Just Us Blues”—function less as reinventions than as acknowledgments. They ground the album in history while highlighting how naturally the baritone saxophone can serve as a modern lead voice. Gratitude and forward motion coexist easily here.
If Farace’s debut established him as a composer with a wide emotional range, Big Shoulders, Big Sounds reveals something equally compelling: a player ready to stand at the center of the music and test its limits. Together with Sommers and Hall, he delivers a powerful addition to the trio tradition—music that soars in broad strokes, sparkles with in-the-moment discoveries, and points confidently toward what comes next.
Listeners who care about music with depth, joy, and meaning should take note. Jimmy Farace is creating work that invites you to feel—gratitude, inspiration, excitement—or simply to let go and get lost in the sound. Either way, the reward is real.
Portions of this text draw from the album’s liner notes by Neil Tesser.