Ten years ago (gulp), I had a brief stint as an album reviewer for The Quietus. The first record I reviewed for them was Touch and Flee, the then-new album by British jazz pianist Neil Cowley and his eponymous Trio. I’d never heard a note of Cowley’s music before, but I enjoyed the album very much (“fluid, uncluttered tunes, warm humour and passages of tense, spiky abstraction”). So much so, in fact, that when the Trio landed at my favourite venue in the world, Porgy & Bess in Vienna, a year later I wasted no time in attending (and