Goats Head Soup

More often than not people will comment that what The Rolling Stones lacked in sophistication they made up for with balls. I think that is a tragic understatement; the Stones were all balls, but their balls were Lord fucking Byron. The Stones grease through so many styles of music in the course of two sides…

The Cannonball Adderley Quintet- Mercy, Mercy, Mercy!

Cannonball Adderley was one tasteful mother fucker, and I mean that in the traditional sense.  Hard bop and soul dripped from that guy’s alto like the water from my bathroom sink, which is to claim maybe even when he wasn’t using it. He and his band are in such fantastic shape on this record that its no surprise…

Where Flamingos Fly: Perspectives on The Music of Gil Evans

Admittedly, Gil Evans is a subtitle under the name of Miles Davis at first. An explanation for why the band on that record is so big, and the mood so airy. But once you see his name all of a sudden he’s everywhere. Record bins filled with his works stretching from the 40’s well until before…

Yura Yura Teikoku- 3x3x3

When ‘psychedelic’ gets thrown around, more often than not it can easily be replaced by ‘impish nostalgia’. It became a defensive adjective a band takes on, to protect some aspect of their work from being too heavily scrutinized or excuse another for coming across as silly. Animal Collective comes to mind. But there’s something in…

The Red Garland Quintet- All Mornin’ Long

The story goes that on some unassuming November morning in 1957 The Red Garland Quintet stepped into a quiet room in Hackensack and began to make noise. John Coltrane, his soon to be regular companion trumpeter Donald Byrd and the wonderful rhythm section of pianist Red Garland, bassist George Joyner, and drummer Art Taylor cut…