With a Newworldaquarium dub.

‘A new twist to the Don’t DJ sound. Leftfield tribalism at its best, with a pinch of Zoviet France fourth world voodoo for the 5am crew that wants to get hazy in the dance. A drum ritual of epic proportions.
‘Then Morgan Buckley — from the mighty Wah Wah Wino crew — takes up this deep and intense trip…  and goes ballistic. He peppers the original with some live Bodhran drumming to invoke the ancient Celtic spirits. If the essence of a remix is to keep the original vibe of the tune and add a different flavour to it, Morgan Buckley nailed it in a big way.’

Terrific album, originally out on Takoma in 1981 — an edgy, angsty, spiritual mix of Suicide, Cluster, La Monte Young, Terry Riley, West African rhythms… which still sounds bang up to date. Hotly recommended.

His treasurable third solo LP in three decades of collaborative work as Vilod, the Moritz Von Oswald Trio, Non Standard Institute, Sun Electric, Ambiq, and company.
‘Max at his most exhilarating, morphing through bittersweet and optimistic soundscapes to bleak moments of throbbing unease — all while maintaining a musical grace and elegance. Petrichor is a reflection of Loderbauer’s impactful trips to the mountains, and returning from these summits with an electrifying urge to paint this mighty perspective. The harmonies and melodies on the tracks simulate emotional peaks and valleys, with vibration and rhythm rooted in the foundation of the sound, as though woven into the fabric of the fauna and flora.’

Ravishingly beautiful, achingly precious songs and instrumentals, sumptuously presented: the Royal Court Orchestra in 1906 through to a hauntingly soulful Hafez setting by Moluk Zarrabi of Kashan, from 1933.

This 1955 date aka I’ll Be Seeing You is the only full release by this brilliant bebop trumpeter who reminds everyone of Chet Baker. The wonderful Allen Eager’s here, too. (‘Best of the grey boys,’ said Pres.)

‘The Complete Session’, adding alternates and a live recording.
Wonderful baritone-playing — nodding to Gerry Mulligan, but going its own way — over a range of settings, quartet to big-band, in an enjoyable mix of standards and three notable originals.

‘A never-before-released recording of a performance in Bochum, Germany, in 1992; in its complete glory, mastered from the original tapes. The storied English drummer leads an intriguing quintet: the trumpeter and flugelhornist Manfred Schoof, whose 1969 FMP LP European Echoes stands as one of the great documents of orchestral improvisation; the American bassist Sirone, from the Revolutionary Ensemble; the saxophonist Larry Stabbins, bringing the versatility and mix of ferocity and buoyancy that he added to diverse projects from Spontaneous Music Ensemble and Peter Brötzmann to Weekend and Working Week; and Pat Thomas on piano and electronics, when he was still a relative newcomer to the British scene, rapidly becoming one of its leading lights and most sought-after collaborators.
‘Oxley drew on this crew’s wide range of orientations for this iteration of Angular Apron — a work combining jazz improvisation with the influence of Xenakis, Ligeti and co — exploiting their extremes of timbre and register, calling on their acuity as listeners, and prodding them with his finely-honed junkshop of metal percussion, with which he detonates the hour-long piece.’

The tussling vegetables in Mal Dean’s cover-sketch somehow befit perfectly this extraordinary duo of Bailey and the great Dutch drummer Han Bennink. Recorded in London in 1972, Incus 9 was their second record (after an ICP in 1969), becoming a blueprint and inspiration for generations of free-improvisers. It is paired here with a brilliant session from the following year, with the same power and friendly combativeness, and oodles of creativity, technique and humour. It’s obvious how much they loved playing together.

A melodica instrumental right up there with his very best cuts. A lot more exalted — Rockers International style — than his Studio One killers.

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The one-hundredth Trilogy!
Hats off to an amazing, uncompromising run of killer music and lavishly brilliant artwork. Bangers and magic like dirt.
21 gun salute.