Marzette Watts and Company

Like many an album on the label, this one takes work to enjoy. Also like many an album on the label, it's the drummer who saves things and brings order to what would otherwise be a chaotic mess. The scene was ruled by percussionists. In a music whose whole thing was freedom, it was left to the drummer to drive things along, to provide direction while the soloists tried to put themselves across, an act that took enormous concentration. cracks the whip here, proving throbbing backgrounds and spare, pneumatic fills to emphatically state what the music only implies. When things get too far afield, it's who lays down a sharp beat to get the band back on track. Soloists include the ubiquitous on trombone, the workman-like presence of on vibes, and the leader on a variety of instruments. This is a powerful artistic statement by a man one wishes had recorded more often. Unfortunately, like his labelmate, , it seems will exist more as a reputation than a musician. Those into the time and place (i.e., New York in the mid-'60s) can't get enough of this stuff and are sure to enjoy this too. For others with open ears, this is a peek into a chapter of American music that is still criminally underappreciated. ~ Rob Ferrier