The first half of this album works better as art than as a listen: the high-concept title track's an inventive, lurching, squealing squaller that's good for an evening's chin-stroke, but A Foggy Day's horn-as-foley cityscape doesn't rise above gimmickry
On the flipside: Profile of Jackie is gorgeous and haunting, and the closing epic's an excellent, prickly, meandering jam. As always, I know nothing about jazz, but a bit of novelty and a bit of timelessness are enough to give this legs 3.5/5
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