... every piece like the inside of a Ghost Box sleeve, the people of Belbury at birthdays in the middle of laughter and cakes.
Then the ads, which perhaps lose power in going too far gone but.
Albert Ayler - Ghosts (First Variation)
I like the way he often sounds like he's losing control of himself, that everything's almost getting away from him; his breath, the brass. I don't often do jazz but there's something in Albert Ayler that's missing from the other noodlers. The cymbals on Ghosts seem like twigs snapping as you're chased through the woods or perhaps burning bracken. I normally hate cymbals; it takes a lot for me to understand what they're for.