The show that made me finally "get" free jazz. Yes, it's chaotic, yes, it cares little for melody or the precious sensibilities of your typical "proper lads, proper haircuts" school of music, but somehow the wildly disparate elements, most notably Roscoe Mitchell's avant-garde saxophony meld together to form something thoroughly transcendental. A remarkable, boundary-pushing hour of music.
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