Thirty minutes of minor "chord" improvisational abomination, like a NY No Wave reject lost in the darkness of the Mississippi Delta, lost and confused and trying to play his way to safety. The line between brilliance and instability is a thin one....and it's best to not think of it as a straight one.
Choice cut here is "'Eleonore'," and feel free to get lost in SWEAT TONGUE if you need more.
No comments:
Post a Comment