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!