An urgent instant message from my Auntie Irene:
This is it: the single best album of improvised avant-garde contrabass saxophone solos you've never heard. I know, I know: heresy! But hear me out. That Dirk Bogard & The Nihilistic Prairie Iguanas' triple-CD set? Toss it out. Meditations In An Olive Garden by David Crosby? Give him a kick in the cunt cuz he ain't worth the ass-grease his mom sucked down before shitting him out. Those contrabass saxophone solos you've been loading into your Mac down in the basement? Give up; Heather Mills has got more legs.
What, you don't play? Shit, Millie, get on the good foot! Contrabass saxophone is where it's at and me, I'm always where it's at, waiting for you to get on the bus and get down here! Jumpin' jerkoffs, on my block every home's got one. The whole family sits around on the porch just a-tootin' and a-grinnin! Like so:
But see, Mats here, he's from Sweden and he's got very different ideas about how to play improvised avant-garde contrabass saxophone solos! It's not your usual run of the mill improvised avant-garde contrabass saxophone solo cliched shit. For one, he plays it in a church. Besides that he warms up by getting all these great breathy noises out of the thing, sounding at times like a gently babbling brook that happens to be playing a seven foot saxophone. Add in some slow dark blues, barge horn blasts, lycanthropian howls and Brobdingnagian gas attacks and you got yourself a soundtrack for your next cookout!
Can't find it? Oh, that's right; it was only issued as a limited edition silkscreened transparent one-sided 12" record so it might be a bit hard to come by. Well, blow a record geek or hie yourself up to Sweden cuz it's probably worth the fuss; it's spelunkingly eerie, atmospheric and mildly terrifying. Your girlfriend will probably hate it but if you made it to the end of this review you don't have one anyway.
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