Lyrical sax-forward jazz meditations, frenetic piano banging free improvisation, loose hallucinatory sung melodies and surging, swelling masses of sound—it’s hard to pigeonhole Beings. Its music forms and reforms as you listen, shifting dramatically from measure to measure and track to track. This is free improvisation without collision . . .
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