USA, 1975, avant-garde jazz
Listening to this reminds of when I first heard Roland Kirk. Like Kirk, it seems Braxton can play whatever you put in his mouth, here playing alto sax, clarinet, flute, etc etc. This album is a perfect example of the spectrum of jazz accessibility, because with some tracks you’re just kind of bopping along, and at other times you sit up and say “what?”, like when the moog synthesizer makes you wonder if a robot is taking over the performance. But it’s all good, no matter what original composition Braxton is exploring. Like so much of the jazz I like, this recording is not afraid to explore the silence between the notes.
Museum Musica 