All sorts of jazz, free jazz and improv. Never for money, always for love.
 A live recording of Noel Akchote on guitar, 
Jean-Marc Foussat playing a (probably dusty) VCS3 and electronics and 
perennial favorite Roger Turner amidst all manner of percussion.  A couple of thumps, as of an amp being turned on and some breathing 
launch the proceedings, starting at low volume and gradually gathering 
volume and steam. More careful than tentative, with circular harmonics 
from the guitar and growly, chirpy layers from the ancient synthesizer, 
crackings and grindings of metal and wood spooned into all the crevices.
 Holes like bubbles appear and are attended to lovingly, as recognizable
 instrumental sounds are unveiled and then folded back into the soup. I 
can't tell if that dog barking is a recording or a real dog from the 
neighborhood, but it matters not, the contribution is perfectly timed.  As with a lot of interesting improvisation, the trio tumble over one 
another, with each instrument occasionally coming to the fore and then 
receding, as though the performance were presented as a slowly rolling 
ball or a spinning top. There are several peaks throughout the single 
45-minute piece, some gargantuan power storms, others fits of maniacal 
laughter. During the drop-offs from these highs, someone throws in what 
sounds like field recordings — sighing voices, a running stream — that 
prick the ears with their incongruity.  The VCS3 at times lends an aura of 1970's prog, but in sound only, 
not at all in style. I've heard some grumbling about how a lot of free 
improvisation tends to uncoil in pyramid-style, quiet and sparse to loud
 and dense and back again, and that's sort of the case here, albeit with
 many pyramids arranged on the plain. It feels more like breathing to me
 though, a natural outcome of action and attention.
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