Label: Iskra Records – ISKRA-001
Format: Vinyl , LP, Album / Country: Japan / Released: 1975
Limited edition of 100 copys
Style: Free Improvisation, Free Jazz
Recorded March 14, 1975 in Tokyo, Japan.
Photography By, Design [Cover Design] – Kazuharu Fujitani
Engineer – Mikio Aoki
Producer – Nihon Gendai Jazz Ongaku Kenkyukai , Satoru Obara , Yoshiaki Kamei
Matrix / Runout (Side A runout, stamped): ISK 001A 111 +V D
Matrix / Runout (Side B runout, stamped): ISK 001B 111 +
side 1:
A1- First Session I (Gradually Projection) .............................................................. 10:47
A2- First Session II (Gradually Projection) ............................................................... 9:07
side 2:
B - Second Session (Mass Projection) .................................................................. 25:23
Personnel:
Masayuki Takayanagi – electric guitar
Kenji Mori – alto saxophone, flute, recorder
Nobuyoshi Ino – electric bass, electric contrabass
Hiroshi Yamazaki – drums, percussion
One of the rarest of Takayanagi's LPs, originally released on Iskra Records in a limited edition of only 100 copies.
Thanks to the kindness of my Irish friend Mr. DILLON who sent me LP and all the material I needed for this post, you have the opportunity to hear what this rare vinyl pearl sounds like.
The 2006 CD reissue, that I have (PSF Records - PSFD-8025), I only now notice after listening to the LP, it produces sharper sound and has a certain acceleration in rpm relative to the original, which contributes to the shortening of the compositions, but on the other hand it enhances the dynamics. Of course, that they didn't write it anywhere, but any ear can notice that difference if given the opportunity of comparison.
Apart from my usual art presentation of the album, I did almost nothing on the soundtrack: cleaned the tape from clicks, minimized noise, implemented normalized to -0.1 dB and made the usual compression.
The Japanese have done it masterfully, the LP is so well recorded that you can hardly believe it's 1975. Sounds perfect! It sounds better than a CD that has a slightly raw, more aggressive sound to the ears.
Pleasant listening.
Note:
A small change was deliberately made on the front cover of the album which has no effect on the quality of the original design. In this way, I protect my work.
Review:
Masayuki Takayanagi - Eclipse (Japanese title: Shinshoku) has always been the rarest of Masayuki Takayanagi's records. The album was recorded in May 1975 by his New Directions group just three weeks after the monumental "April is the Cruellest Month" set. Legendary free jazz label ESP Disk was due to release "April..."., so, expecting heavy demand for the overseas ablum, Iskra cut the pressing size for Eclipse from 300 to just 100. In the end, ESP went belly up, and "April is the Cruellest Month", had to wait until the nineties for a CD release. Eclipse became a holy grail for Japanese collectors with copies changing hands for up to $3000, and since the master-tapes had mysteriously vanished it seemed supremely unlikelyto ever be reissued. However, by some sort of miracle, the original masters were unearthed 2005, and ordinary human beings can at last revel in the tense, explosivedynamics of the classic recording. Fantastic free jazz of varying intensities, led by Takayanagi's searing yet supple guitar. His supporting ensemble is more than just sidemen, they skillfully create enigmatic new worlds through twisted manipulation of forms and sounds.
The first song, a wandering yet lingering "First Session I (Gradually Projection)" sketch, is displaced by the (subtle?) forward thrust and scrambling parry of the second. Indeed, "First Session II (Gradually Projection)" feels like running a gauntlet of vaguely irritated chin-strokers aiming the whips of their guitar, reeds, bass, drums at your gut in slo-mo confusion. It all speeds up until it's all spun out, dragging the damaged undercarriage down the musical highway. Part three, "Second Session (Mass Projection)", starts as a full-on drag race for instrumental supremacy, until the electric squall of the guitar corrals the cats into a semblance of advancement. Everyone gets their blows in, but the maestro looms in the background, ready to chastise into (decidedly minimal) discipline when needed. It's a long run, so the pace is set by the flaying percussion, but the tone is measured in a strangely stuttering, energetic pace. Weirdly affecting... yes-yes, this is a bloody masterpiece.
This post exists thanks to Mr. Dillon.
If you find it, buy this album!
This post exists thanks to Mr. Dillon.
If you find it, buy this album!