In an odd and beautiful way, the earliest strains of jazz, along with the restless creative impulse which birthed them, lived on in the works of Sun Ra. Thankfully his singular weirdness has always alienated (lol) respectable jazz scholars like Stanley Crouch, leaving Ra for the schizos and potheads - you know, the REAL jazz fans.
His stuff ranges from big band exotica to cosmic noise across more than a hundred albums. This one is a near-perfect piece of late-night listening from the 1970s, that glorious era where the rest of the jazz world almost caught up to him.
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