After a decade under Van Gelder’s roof, Donald Byrd decamps for sun-kissed LA to record Ethiopian Knights, an album that rests comfortably in the improvisational sweet spot where Mwandishi and Peter Green’s End of the Game converge; acknowledging the gravitational pull of early 70s jazz funk but reveling in the turf that lies at its edge . . .
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