“Man’s future will indeed come, in which he will evolve to such a sound spiritual state, that not only will every profession not hide another, but every science and every sentiment will reflect the entire scientific sea and the entire emotional depth, as this matter really is in the actual reality.”

— HaRaAYaH (1865-1935)

These dreams are made of this. Twenty minutes is a good length. It is a grown-up clarion call of a length. A free improvisation length. Not a music-for-watching-TikTok-to measure. And yet 'Molten Gold' isn't even that way out or at all. Ah, there's a title for a conference symposium How Way Out Post-Ayler Is Way Out: The How and Why? That will keep a few academics who struggle to tie their own shoelaces but are the real leaders of society off the streets this summer. And the answer? Not very. A quartet affair, the great Ray Anderson on trombone is a dominant force while prolific saxist Ivo Perelman does the poetic bits. And the fabric of bar-less beat and multi-directionalism is provided by Joe Morris and Reggie Nicholson. Drawn from Molten Gold via the Listening Foundation eg the Varsovian Fundacja Słuchaj - a must for the for now thankfully unbraindead among us.