"(...) Another night I heard the RP Quartet, a young group made up of two guitars, a violin and bass that played “’60s jazz cooked in a Django sauce,” according to the concert poster. They played at New Morning, a cavernous space in the 10th arrondissement that puts on rock and funk as well as jazz. Dressed in black suits and skinny ties, the men perched on stools and strummed charging melodies that got the crowd hooting. Many of the tunes were familiar, like Thelonious Monk’s “I Mean You,” or Miles Davis’s “So What,” covered by jazz musicians everywhere. But the twangy, propulsive sound was distinctly French. The style was knowingly retro, as if winking to jazz history. See, it seemed to say: This music is really ours."
By Rebecca DALZELL - THE WASHINGTON POST
By Rebecca DALZELL - THE WASHINGTON POST