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Legs eleven — Nicole Mitchell, Jeff Parker, Jaimie Branch, Joel Ross, Mikel Patrick Avery, Tomeka Reid, Chad Taylor, Ingebrigt Håker Flaten, Macie Stewart, Angelica Sanchez, and John Herndon; with Damon Locks contributing lyrics and vocals.
‘Somehow swirling adventurous elements of avant-garde jazz and contemporary classical into the most universal attractors of pop music, the cosmic opera of Dimensional Stardust is a pure spiritual extension of the unifying ethos of the Exploding Star Orchestra.’

‘Dedicated to Jaimie Branch, this features a compacted version of Mazurek’s long-running Exploding Star Orchestra, including guitarist Jeff Parker, vocalist Damon Locks, drummer Gerald Cleaver, and pianists Angelica Sanchez and Craig Taborn.
‘Drop the needle and immediately find this crew deep in a chromatic funk fantasy of outer-space grooves and Bartokian riffs. MC Damon Locks brings the Deltron 3030 energy while pianist Craig Taborn and Angelica Sanchez face-off from behind Wurlitzer pianos and Moog synthesizers. Parker is in absolute space shred mode.’

‘One of the most provocative ongoing bodies of work by any American musician’ (Pitchfork). ‘Astonishing work of history, memory and sensed experience. Confirms Roberts’ place as one of the most important living artists in any field’ (The Quietus).
With Hannah Marcus (guitars, fiddle, accordion), percussionist Ryan Sawyer, bassist Nicolas Caloia, and Sam Shalabi on guitar and oud — plus trombonist Steve Swell and vibraphonist Ryan White guesting. ‘Memphis unspools as a continuous work of 21st century liberation music, oscillating between meditative incantatory explorations, raucous melodic themes, and unbridled free-improv suites, quoting archly and ecstatically from various folk traditions along the way.’

Stone-classic Latin fusion album, produced by Larry Mizell. The boom track in the day was Rio — a galloping jazz samba — but there is plenty of pure Mizells brilliance, and Paul Jackson and Bill Summers layer in the Headhunters. Don’t miss the Afro-Cuban drum chant, to close.

‘Classic Vinyl’ series.

Massive, incandescent studio and live trio recordings from 1967, with Han Bennink on the eve of Machine Gun, and bassist Ruud Jacobs in the form of his life. Precious retrievals from Rollins’ long studio hiatus between East Broadway Run Down, the previous year, and Next Album in 1972.

“It really represents a take-no-prisoners type of music. That’s sort of what I was doing around that period of time; that was sort of Sonny Rollins then — a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am approach.”

Blazingly interrogative — three cuts run over twenty minutes — it attests magnificently to Jacobs’ memory of “something spiritual… a very special atmosphere on the stage where I felt I could do anything.”
Expertly presented, with beautiful photos and engaging notes.
Hotly recommended.

Rollins’ LPs for Impulse! are neglected. Here is the first of three he recorded in 1965-66, taking fierce flight from five standards. It’s all wonderful, but check the scorching calypso, Hold ‘Em Joe — with Rollins’ characteristic carnivalesque, askance danceability, his ‘impudent swing’, writ large — and the deconstruction of Three Little Words to close, as if to say, Okay, enough of that, now watch this space.
Great sound, too, this Acoustic Sounds issue.