Big band focusing on strings, clarinets, and these sweet, sweet voices. This sentence does not do justice to this band, as I cannot stress enough how original this is. Each instrument feels alive: the saxophone barks, the strings creak, and the clarinet caterwauls. Yet, this bestiality does not produce a confusing and abrasive record: spirituality controls everything, as the more chilled moments take care of offsetting the cryptic improv parts. Some albums are described as creatures. This one truly breathes, yells, cries, and smiles. A unique play on how voices and instruments can intertwine, there almost lies a mythic way of creating soundscapes and delivering unsettling yet epic jazz. This is a work of art whose sole purpose is to stray as far away as possible from jazz without the listener ever doubting that it is not jazz.
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