With a Nitty Gritty dubplate do-over of Trial And Crosses.

Thumping soundboy frightener from 1987, with nice Eastern flourishes.

‘Yes we nice, yes we nice… Hold them, music, hold them, yes, we control them… no we nah go let them stray.’ Dancehall manners — on the rhythm Delgado used for Rasta People — as clinically murderous as all-time EJ hits for Jammys like Rock Them One By One and Turn Up The Heat.

Scorcher!
Just cop the opener. Such a knockout!
Six Horace Tapscott compositions and arrangements. Swirling, passionate, raging, valedictory, richly allusive music.
Teddy Edwards is here; Tommy Flanagan. Criss is on fire.
Hotly recommended. Something really special.

From 1986: half Lacy’s stuff — including Wickets — half Monk’s, including a great In Walked Bud. Oliver Johnson and Jean-Jacques Avenal make a superb rhythm section, pulsating, bristling, always moving on; Steve Potts squalls and testifies like a post-Trane trooper; Lacy is a livewire, darting and alight. Don’t potter off before before the finale, As Usual: it’s triumphant.

Utterly captivating settings for soprano and alto saxophone — Lacy and Steve Potts terrifically on song — of Georges Braques’ bons mots. With Irene Aebi.
Recorded in 1979 by Jef Gilson.
The first CvsD re-release of Lacy’s full Hat Hut oeuvre, mastered from the original tapes.

Soprano saxophone; traditional Japanese percussion. ‘Something quite different… A simultaneous atmosphere of interaction and independence. I can’t say that I’ve heard anything else like it,’ says John Corbett.

On fire, live in Zurich in 1983.