Summun, Bukmun, Umyun

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Total Tracks: 2   Total Length: 39:07

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11.16.10
Channeling his breath of fire into something truly breathtaking
1998 | Label: Impulse! Records

"'Trane was the father, Pharoah was the son, I was the Holy Ghost," tenor saxophonist Albert Ayler said in the mid '60s. He was speaking of the hierarchy of fiery jazz at that time. A few years after that statement though, Ayler was found floating in the East River, while Coltrane had passed away in 1967. Box sets, documentary films, and books continue to appraise the work of both Ayler and Coltrane, while the still-extant Sanders remains under-valued, despite fire-breathing stages the world over into the present. His canon remains one of free-jazz's most constant in the wake of 'Trane's death, with Summun Bukmun Umyun (Deaf Dumb Blind) his 1970 entry, an exquisite document of the type of world music-embracing sustained ecstatic sound that Sanders made his own after the deaths of his closest contemporaries.

Over these two epic explorations of sound, this octet (fortified by pianist Lonnie Liston Smith and alto saxophonist Gary Bartz) move from an orgiastic polyrhythmic opening section (featuring bylophones, cowbells and shakers) to soaring lyrical passages underpinned by African kalimba on the title track. As it unfurls over 20 minutes, Sanders's horn mimics Pentecostal church cries, tribal chanting and R&B lyricism in tempering his scorching free… read more »

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This is truly a great album. Send me to a desert island and I would reluctantly take this over any Coltrane album. I love JC - but nothing inspires me more than the title track !!!

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After Karma was issued and Sanders had established himself — to himself — as a musician who had something valuable and of use to say, he was on what this critic considers to be a divinely inspired tear. Deaf Dumb Blind is an example of that inspiration. Beginning with the title cut, a suite of over 21 minutes, Sanders brings in the whole of his obsession with rhythm and R&B. Using African percussion, bylophones, shakers, cowbells, and all manner of percussion, as well as drummer Clifford Jarvis, Sanders brought in Cecil McBee to hold down the bass chair and Lonnie Liston Smith back in on piano, and added a three-piece horn section that included Gary Bartz on alto and Woody Shaw on trumpet in addition to himself. Whew! Here the Latin and African polyrhythms collide and place the horns, as large and varied as they are, in almost a supplementary role. The horns check counterpoint in striated harmony, calling and responding over the wash of bass and drums and drums and drums! It evolves into a percussion orgy before the scary otherworldly multiphonic solos begin. And Shaw and Bartz are worthy foils for Sanders. And no matter how out it gets, those rhythms keep it rooted in the soul. “Let Us Go Into the House of the Lord” is almost 18 minutes in length. It has a long soprano intro, covered in shimmering bells and shakers with a glorious piano fill by Smith, who becomes more prominent, along with some excellent arco work by McBee, until the piece becomes a meditation on lyricism and silence about halfway through. The entire band eventually rejoins for a group ostinato with very little variation, except in timbre and subtle accented color work by Sanders and McBee. It is a stunningly beautiful and contemplative work that showcases how intrinsic melodic phrasing and drones were to Sanders at the time — and still are today. This piece, and this album, is a joyful noise made in the direction of the divine, and we can feel it through the speakers, down in the place that scares us. – Thom Jurek

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