USA, 1968, free jazz
Cecil Taylor – Conquistador!: I always feel, when I listen to a free jazz album, that there is a healthy dose of madness in it, and this is no different. It doesn’t go absolutely nuts like some titles I’ve heard, and he admirably restrains the passion in parts, allowing my mind to get just a bit of a handle on the chaos. I like how the bass squeaks as the trumpet gets laryngitis.