Big band free jazzin' in movements advancing in post-rock style. The noisiest and droniest they ever been, this is also their most manic work of art (these screams during part 2 sound like Willem Defoe smiling). As if the most drugged Miles Davis made an album with John Zorn. Sounds exciting and scary, eh? This is the two main features of this album: this is as refreshing and frightening as modern jazz can be. However, this makes for their most difficult album to get into, as the vocals are not as refined as on their next outputs (and sometimes tend on the obtuse), and the overall abrasiveness make for a challenging listen. Yet, this album, an obscure one for sure, still manages to be enjoyable, except in the difficult Part 3. Hell of a streak, Fire! Orchestra.
Bump |
