After a show like the Brötzmann/Bennink show last night, listening to boring linear music seems frightfully pedestrian and frankly jejune.
Cecil Taylor - New York R&B
Not Cecil's craziest outing, but still the sheer bizarre algebra he goes through to resolve his musical questions is peerless.
Archie Shepp & The New York Contemporary Five - (s/t)
I love that feeling when you get in tune with free jazz when it becomes innocuous, reshaping the world to its own meter.
Henry Threadgill's Zooid - Up Popped The Two Lips
I'm not sure whether I like Henry Threadgill or not, even after years of listening to him, but the fact that I'm still listening and still can't figure it out says something about the higher order of music, that thing being something else I can't quite figure out.
Chicago Underground Duo - In Praise of Shadows
These guys somehow go from rat skeleton to woolly mammoth, wind chimes to foghorn choir, without you knowing it happened until it knocks you off your chair.