The overall tone is dark, unfathomable, ominous, with the solos sounding as cries for help in a totally inhospitable environment.
I called their first album "Where Are All From Somewhere Else" from 2007 a masterpiece. I gave the band's sophomore album with Bill Dixon on trumpet a five-star rating.
On this album the band continues in the same vein, starting with upbeat whistling, but soon the sonic swell rises out of empty space to grow and expand and once it gets sufficient volume, several little stories emerge, played by the different instruments, the vibes, the saxes, the flute, the trumpet, yet never really dialoguing, or soloing, but adding eery phrases over the uncanny backdrop of noise out of which they emerge and return into.
The band is Rob Mazurek on trumpet, Jason Adasiewicz on vibraphone, Nicole Mitchell on flutes, Matt Bauder on clarinet and tenor sax, Jeb Bishop on trombone, Greg Ward on alto sax, Jason Stein on bass clarinet, Matthew Lux on guitar, Josh Abrams on bass, John Herndon and Mike Reed on drums, Carrie Biolo on gongs, vibes and percussion, Jeff Kowalkowski on piano, and Damon Locks as word rocker, whatever that means.
This stellar band is further expanded with "sounds from a variety of sources, including: rain from the Brazilian Amazon, insects at the turn of an eclipse, the hammering overdrive of bicycles in Copenhagen, stacked muted cornets run through various filters, drones built from electric eels and piano feedback, hi-frequency sinuous lines from tone generators, pitched bass guitars, and other prepared instruments"
And truth be told, the magic works again. The sonic landscape or universe is unique, full of desolation and cold beauty, full of menace and sadness, although the short last track sounds a notch less desperate.
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