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Listen to as nothing less than God as the tangible expression of an ineffable experience, through love, sacrifice and understanding.

After listening to Albert Ayler play the saxophone, it will be tattooed onto your brain as the way an unadulterated horn should sound. All other styles are heresies; man diluting the divine into a secular gadget of light entertainment.

Coltrane could scream, Sanders could roar, but it was Ayler's ability to reach the religious ecstasy of speaking in tongues that marked him out as the Holy Ghost among The Father and The Son.

How can you say this isn't perfection. The improvisational nature of jazz means that something like this has the privilege of being documented.

Namely, hearing a group of the most talented musicians in the world work tirelessly to break new ground, birthing a blue print for jazz's wild future in real time.

Insanely solid, beautiful folk-rock from a master of the genre starting to reach their apex.