That's an apt album title from a band whose semi-extemporised dense sound relies as often on happenstance as on blinding technique and collective purpose.
Now approaching their fourth decade as a touring and recording unit, Schlippenbach, Parker, and Lovens follow up the previous year's live document Winterreise
with a studio foray, one that benefits from both exquisite engineering, and some of the aforementioned serendipity.
Don't be fooled though. the nature of so-called 'free' jazz has an intrinsic tendency to throw all but the most seasoned players. Just one listen to Alexander von Schlippenbach's piano makes me realise that those decaying half-dense chords could only emerge from the fingers of a man for whom the entire history of jazz has relevance. Yet the entire trio exhibit the fearlessness required to explore every aspect of their chosen instrument's range of noise production. On the title track for instance, the pianist finds the gold under the lid of the piano itself.
Parker restricts himself to the tenor, his tone relatively polite in such sonically competitive surroundings, yet while his squeals and squawks may be restrained, they can be incredibly nimble - he's just demonstrating the supreme talent of listening to his fellows. Lovens also rattles and bumps, but always in deference to the tumbling acrobatics of the keys or horn. It's this respect between the three musicians that makes this ensemble such a joy to listen to.
Only on "Cloudburst" do the ensemble really let rip, though every number has its moments of abandon. Unlike previous work, every track features all three players, and is all the more compelling for that, as the band always work best when all elements are brought into play. The album's a terrific ride from start to finish.
by Reviewer: BBC Music
(blogging at BBC Music