Not an easy listen. Free jazz packed with stretches of patient rumbling and slashes of squawking horns, with sections that are harrowing, endless, or both. Anxious and aimless.
But it gets there, making the case for music that is larger and stranger than human aims. Slowly all that meandering and thrashing takes shape, like some ritual in half-light that summoning melodies and beauty, arriving at some elemental and unknowable sound guided by unfamiliar contours. Too meaningful to be improvised, too alien to be composed, shocking that it even exists. It's transportive, if you're willing to be patient, to earn appreciation 4/5
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