Starting with that cymbal crash and the funk-is-not-even-the-word rhythm from drummer Dougie Bowne. The little tiny “whoops” from (I think) Eric Sanko’s fretless bass. That percussive piano — is it a riff? A figure? The simple, declarative opening melody celebrating, proclaiming. “We are here!” But it doesn’t stay simple. Roy Nathanson’s sax solo takes that uncomplicated New York lowieside triumphalism and goes all twis…
