Love Cry/The Last Album (Impulse!)
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by Phil Freeman
[Verve has recently reissued many Impulse! titles as twofers. Among them are discs by Sonny Rollins, Pharoah Sanders, Elvin Jones, Art Blakey, Ahmad Jamal, Curtis Fuller and Alice Coltrane. I'll be reviewing a bunch of them here in the next couple of weeks.]
For me, Albert Ayler is like Jimi Hendrix in a few important respects: his sound is instantly recognizable; he had a seismic impact on other players, who scrambled to catch up or come to grips with what he was doing; and I really get the most pleasure from the stuff he did in the last 12-18 months of his life.
When it comes to Hendrix, I can really take or leave Are You Experienced? and most of Electric Ladyland, and I don’t actually like Axis: Bold as Love at all, but the Band of Gypsys was one of the greatest groups in the history of rock. The live material and the dribs and drabs from the studio that have emerged in the years since Hendrix’s early death (including an astonishing jam featuring Hendrix, Buddy Miles on drums and Larry Young on organ) are some of the greatest rock music ever recorded, full stop. And even after disbanding the Band of Gypsys, Hendrix made the incredibly smart decision to keep bassist Billy Cox and create a rhythm section around him and drummer Mitch Mitchell, fusing his two trio sounds into one entirely new thing that had the over-the-top jazz-metal exuberance Mitchell had always brought, anchored by Cox’s miles-deep R&B groove.
Similarly, Ayler rediscovered groove in the last year of his life, forming a band with his girlfriend, Mary Maria Parks, that played a more overtly gospelized, bluesy version of the raw free jazz that he’d made his name with in 1964 and 1965. Live recordings like Nuits de la Fondation Maeght and Live on the Riviera, from 1970, combine melody and wildness in a way that earlier albums really don’t, plus you get the sound and cumulative energy of a working band on a gig, rather than personnel gathered for a free jazz session, as on the studio releases.
This CD pairs two very different Ayler albums. Love Cry, recorded and released in 1967, is in some ways an attempt by Impulse! to “re-introduce” Ayler. “Ghosts” and “Bells” had originally been cut in much more furious and lengthy versions for ESP-Disk; here, the band (Albert and brother Donald on saxophone and trumpet, respectively; Alan Silva on bass; Milford Graves on drums; and Call Cobbs on harpsichord on a few tracks) focuses more on the melodies than the solos, and the two horns intertwine and converse in a way that’s quite beautiful, while also bringing in strong elements of R&B and New Orleans polyphony. Cobbs’ harpsichord is a strange and occasionally disquieting element; on “Dancing Flowers,” he’s playing trills that sound like music from the soundtrack to a silent horror movie, as Silva bows the bass portentously and Graves rattles around the kit. Almost all the tracks on Love Cry are in the two- to three-minute range; the only exceptions are the album’s final two pieces, the six-minute “Zion Hill” and the nearly 10-minute “Universal Indians.” (For space reasons, the seven-minute “Love Cry, Part 2″ has been omitted from this reissue, along with the alternate takes of “Zion Hill” and “Universal Indians” that previous CD issues of Love Cry contained.)
The Last Album, on the other hand, is easily the weirdest Ayler record, and all the more fascinating for its experimentalism. It opens with “Untitled Duet,” on which Ayler plays bagpipes in a very Middle Eastern fashion and Henry Vestine of Canned Heat cranks out doomy power chords that wouldn’t be out of place on a Cactus or Humble Pie album. After that, we get a seven-minute poem by Mary Maria Parks, leading the band in call-and-response clatter ‘n’ wail (“Again Comes the Rising of the Sun”); some swinging blues (“Toiling,” with two electric guitars this time); another vocal piece, this one about Noah and the Old Testament (“Desert Blood”); and three pieces of “typically” Aylerian free jazz (“All Love,” “Birth of Mirth” and “Water Music”). It’s a mixed bag, but there’s nothing really awful here, even if “Desert Blood” is pretty hard going. And it does feel like a unified record rather than an odds ‘n’ ends compilation, even if it is the latter.
Ultimately, given that The Last Album is one of the Ayler titles that’s been hardest to find on CD until now, its inclusion here makes this disc well worth picking up.