(...) He plays drums and is a percussionist. Not a thunderer, not a ricocheter, but a thorough support, a crafty signal giver, straight ahead and with muscles, sure and singing, sophisticated and naive, like it should be in jazz. It was never his intention to drum a siege upon the winter palace of jazz. And no rock morsels either. He is much more a keeper of old percussion values - an Enlightened One - far from being a fawning submission to the heritage. He's a remover, a refiner, a renewer. Nothing evaporates, much evokes: the African-American raw materials; the authority of a Baby Dodds, who Armstrong gave wings to; all of the higher obligations of black swing giants from Chick Webb to Syd Catlett; the perfection of the matador par excellance Max Roach; the potential to be the liberator of the Free Era.
[Oberösterreichischer Kulturbericht, by Robert Urmann, November 1992]
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