| Michael Marcus is a blues man, a jazz man, a devotee of the saxophone, most essentially his own man - as is clear from the spark 'n' soar of Sunwheels, an album of music as original as it gets. Deep-rooted yet combustible music is just what Sunwheels is about: collective music throbbing with the players' heartbeats, breath, blood, shimmy of hips, stomp of feet. From the invocation of "Eternal All" (on which Marcus offers up as a prayer over Burton's organ washes, inspired, he says, by Coltrane's posthumous Stellar Regions quartet) through his conclusive assertion "We are, now" (in which he poses as "myself, Michael, in a happy groove" while Patato lays down a mysterious, voudon-suggestive beat), the music is flush with humanity. |