This one will pair nicely with that Philip Corner I posted earlier. Yes it is jazz, but white people need not fear it. And it is weird in a sense. Not weird for weirdness sake as some jazz can become, but weird in the way that it creates unexpected moments that’ll catch you off guard. That might be a bad thing if you’re a rapist or a dog trainer or something, but as a music fan that seems to be those rare moments of joy. I wouldn’t say this is an easy album, but at the same time, I can see enthusiasts of all sorts of music relishing in Young’s heady brew.
Here (Reup 6/6/12)