This coming together of Lol Coxhill, Orphy Robinson, Hugh Hopper and Charles Hayward on record is nothing but cause for celebration, especially in view of the fact that Robert Wyatt guests on cornet. The music produced by the group is an amalgam of their disparate musical personalities, which is just as it should be in the cooperative sense.
The chances are that a lot of listener's expectations will be confounded by the music, but in a profound way that's a good thing, symptomatic as it is of musicians moving on almost restlessly but governed always by the most worthwhile aspects of human creativity. In view of this the sheer formlessness of "High Rate" exemplifies a constructive inability to stay in one place and in view of the music's organic feel it's unsurprising that the piece ends with a fade.
"Better Late" also exemplifies that quality but Coxhill's innate lyricism comes to the fore in a way that's not always true elsewhere. It's probably been said before that his soprano sax playing is a musical equivalent of DNA but it deserves repeating. When Wyatt comes on like an English Don Cherry over the backdrop of Robinson's shimmering vibes the vista evoked is unique. The vexing question of how he got trombone-like sonorities out of his horn simply isn't worth troubling over. Suffice to say that Robinson's FX credit might be more than justified in this instance, although when heard straight Wyatt's playing comes on like a particularly English take on Chet Baker's melancholy.
The bass-drums cartel of Hugh Hopper and Charles Hayward combines on "Tin Plate" to loosely anchor an essentially freewheeling piece in which the instrumental voices vie for attention, but scrupulously avoid being clamorous. The balance thus struck is a fine one, and the fade-in of the following "Void Crate" lends proceedings an amorphous air, as if the music exists outside of the usual constraints of time and indeed those imposed by flagging inspiration.
Although the point regarding how long all of these musicianswith the exception of Robinsonhave been in the game of creative music is a valid one it's far from being so in any derogatory sense. What we have here is a potent argument for staying power and longevity.
I love jazz because next to my kids, it's the love of my life.
I was first exposed to jazz by Joe Rico from a tiny station in Niagara Falls in 1954 when I was 13.
The best show I ever attended was Maynard Ferguson who blew the roof off Massey Hall in the late 50s.
My advice to new listeners is to listen to everything you can and then listen again.