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What do you want me to say? A masterpiece of that anti-racist political movement of which jazz became the standard-bearer at the end of the '50s, akin to "Free Jazz" by Ornette Coleman, powerful and fluid (forty minutes rarely have passed so quickly) like an uppercut of a raging bull, with Max Roach being a devil hitting his drums in a way only he could, an instrument that found in this performer rare emotional charge. His wife, Abbey Lincoln, gives the vocal performance of a career. Coleman Hawkins and the crew do the rest for the brass. Discover the review
What do you want me to say? A masterpiece of that anti-racist political movement of which jazz became the standard-bearer at the end of the '50s, akin to "Free Jazz" by Ornette Coleman, powerful and fluid (forty minutes rarely have passed so quickly) like an uppercut of a raging bull, with Max Roach being a devil hitting his drums in a way only he could, an instrument that found in this performer rare emotional charge. His wife, Abbey Lincoln, gives the vocal performance of a career. Coleman Hawkins and the crew do the rest for the brass.
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