Featuring just Flaherty and his alto / tenor saxophones (nothing extraneous but a very mild echo), its only when there are tiny gaps in the eight pieces that it becomes apparent the world out there is still turning.
This lonely voice and its turbulent attempts at communication are incredibly immersive and involving, songs flitting between angry tirades, unconnected effects less distorted rambling and simple gorgeous horn parts.This is the only LP necessary for proof that solo improvised sax is more than just skronking. Flaherty isn’t regarded the best around on the basis of primogeniture; he is busting heads open on account of his skill.
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