Jacques Thollot

Pay attention, this record is completely crazy. After releasing a first album on Futura in 1971, Jacques Thollot was back, four years later, this time on the Palm label run by Jef Gilson, but still with the same surrealist poetry to his jazz. In thirty-five minutes and a few seconds the French drummer and composer, who had been on the jazz scene since he was thirteen, allows himself to do whatever he wants, and more. Delicately crazy suspended time, wild explosion of the brass section, hallucinatory improvisation of the synthesisers, tight writing, bordering on classicism, and in the middle of all that, a hit, the title track, that Madlib would one day find and end up sampling.