TERRY GROSS, HOST:
This is FRESH AIR. Our jazz critic, Kevin Whitehead, has a review of the debut album by singer Cecile McLorin Salvant. He says few jazz debuts by singers or instrumentalists make this big a splash. Cecile McLorin Salvant was born in Miami to French and Haitian parents and started singing jazz while living in Paris. Back in the States, she won the Thelonious Monk vocal competition in 2010.
(SOUNDBITE OF SONG, "YOU BRING OUT THE SAVAGE IN ME")
CECILE MCLORIN SALVANT: (Singing) My blood boils with the tropic heat and the rhythm of my heart has a tom-tom beat. You bring out the savage in me. Primitive love cries move my ears with the pressure of a hundred million years. You bring out the savage in me. Oh. Call it madness or sin, how was I not to know what was creeping within me?
KEVIN WHITEHEAD, BYLINE: Cecile McLorin Salvant and drummer Herlin Riley. That's a 1935 curio by singing trumpeter Valaida Snow, who had her own Parisian minute early on. McLorin Salvant's unusual material sets her apart as much as her power chops do. The most recent non-original tune on her nervily accomplished debut "WomanChild" is by Fats Waller.
A couple tunes were recorded by 1920s blues star Bessie Smith and a couple more are older than that. McLorin Salvant also does two or three bona fide standards from the 1930s.
(SOUNDBITE OF SONG, "I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TIME IT WAS")
SALVANT: (Singing) Grand to be alive, to be young, to be mad, to be yours alone. Grand to see your face, hear your voice, feel your touch, say I'm all your own. I did not know what year it was. Life was no prize. I wanted love and here it was shining out of your eyes. I'm wise and I know what time it is now.
WHITEHEAD: Cecile McLorin Salvant doesn't just fine-tune her pitches; she'll also shade her vocal timbre from one phrase to the next. You can trace some of her effects back to Sarah Vaughn, Betty Carter and Abbey Lincoln, and maybe Paris-trained Madeleine Peyroux and Catherine Russell's early jazz period pieces.
But McLorin Salvant uses those examples mostly to illuminate the possibilities. She has her own sense of drama. The 1906 song "Nobody" comes from comedian Bert Williams, the droll Caribbean-American entertainer who didn't sing a song as much as act it out. Nina Simone also did this ode to cranky individualism in the '60s, but its character sketch sounds more contemporary now, even with archaic musical touches.
(SOUNDBITE OF SONG, "NOBODY")
SALVANT: (Singing) When winter comes with snow and sleet and me with hunger and cold feet, who says here's 25 cents, go on, get something to eat? Nobody. I'd never done nothing to nobody. I ain't never get nothing from nobody, no time. And until I get something from somebody, I will never do nothing for nobody no time.
WHITEHEAD: You can hear how much time pianist Aaron Diehl's trio put into working with the singer to make every piece distinctive and brick-solid. On the oldest tune, the man-versus-machine ballad "John Henry," Diehl chokes the piano strings with his free hand for a percussive prepared-piano effect. He makes you hear those hammers.
(SOUNDBITE OF SONG, "JOHN HENRY")
SALVANT: (Singing) John Henry said to his Shaker, now Shaker why don't you sing? I'm shaking 12 pounds from my hip on down and I don't hear that cold steel ring. Don't you hear that cold steel ring? Don't you hear that cold steel ring? Don't you hear that cold steel ring?
WHITEHEAD: Cecile McLorin Salvant makes it all sound not effortless exactly, but sort of easy. You get the strong impression she's having a blast. In a way, that ease of execution is a problem - it creates the temptation to top herself and go for the extra big moments.
It makes sense that she'd exploit her extreme highs and lows; she won't be able to reach them forever. And age tends to calm folks down, so the over-exuberance may take care of itself. My point is this: She doesn't need to try to knock us out. We're already knocked out.
(SOUNDBITE OF SONG, "WHAT A LITTLE MOONLIGHT CAN DO")
SALVANT: (Singing) Ooh, what a little moonlight can do-o-o-o-o. Wait a while till that little moonbeam comes peeping through. You'll get full. You can't resist him. And all you say when you have kissed him is ooooh. What a little moonlight can do.
GROSS: Kevin Whitehead writes for Point of Departure, DownBeat and eMusic and is the author of "Why Jazz?" He reviewed "WomanChild," the debut album by Cecile McLorin Salvant on the Mack Avenue label.