"When an improvised recording presents itself as a meteor, some foreign object from another civilization, like Days Are Not Days does, we should rejoice that it has entered our atmosphere and like a bolide, exploded upon contact. Okay, ...
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Label: Creative Sources
Catalog ID: cs380
Squidco Product Code: 23888
Packaging: Cardboard Gatefold
Recorded at TubeAmpSpot in Peniche, Portugal, in October, 2014, by Mauro Madiera.
Paulo Chagas-alto saxophone, flute
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1. Dolphins And Dark Alleys 2:38
2. Flying In The Storm 6:31
3. A Fog And A Frog 13:27
4. There Were People On This Planet 8:27
5. Trapezio 3:33
6. A Message On The Way 7:15
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European Improv, Free Jazz & Related
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"When an improvised recording presents itself as a meteor, some foreign object from another civilization, like Days Are Not Days does, we should rejoice that it has entered our atmosphere and like a bolide, exploded upon contact. Okay, this recording by Portuguese saxophonist and flutist Paulo Chagas, and guitarists Samuel Hallkvist, from Sweden, and Stephan Sieben, from Denmark, isn't a bomb. It is, though, an improvised explosive device, pieced together from chamber music debris, ambient dregs, noisy scraps, blues flotsam and rock jetsam. This trio was organized by Hallkvist for a festival in Portugal in 2014, and soon after recorded this session under the supervision of famed guitarist and producer David Torn, who has overseen discs by Tim Berne and Dave Douglas. Like Torn's Only Sky (ECM, 2015), this set juxtaposes harshness with mildness. Even the titles mash. "Era um nevoeiro e um sapo, dos jogos de computador, do spectrum, dos xizes e das cruzinhas, das varias vidas porbater" translated from the Portuguese "It was a fog and a frog, computer games, the spectrum, the exes (x's) and little crosses, of the various lives to beat," opens with spacey guitars and upper register saxophone squeal developing into an almost ballad that is then opened up into circular breathing saxophone and some conspicuous guitar shred. The noisy merger soon becomes a sort of meditative mantra of sound, then an imagined dance piece that implodes. The delight here is the fabrication of sounds. From the touch tones to the thunder, guitars (and woodwinds) extend their vocabularies to conjure in the mind's eye imagined spacetime and the possibilities of things beyond our meager three dimensions."-Mark Corroto, All About Jazz
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