TTBlues once again got me hook on an avant-garde jazzcat who shares our birthplace. What makes Cuong Vu stands out to me is his wicked and wild emotionalism emerged from his trumpet. On “Pitter-Patter,” Vu’s quiet-but-chaotic growl navigates itself into the groove laid down the funk rhythm section. When he reaches the top register, Vu’s extended phrases create a serene ecstasy. Again and again and again, all I can is that the motherfucker can blow.