M.O.S. (which I keep mentally referring to as either M.O.P. or P.O.S. - must have hip hop on the brain) is defo top-tier solo percussion improv, especially the first half and the last eight minutes - it's not as colorful and frenetic and inventive as Ustensiles or as brutal as Will Guthrie (whom I really need to hear more of) but it's still remarkably well-crafted and fluid and fluent, utilizing a whole host of techniques extended or otherwise, with some especially spine-tingling bells and bow(l)s at around the twenty-eight minute mark. It really almost reaches a ritual ambient mood towards the end. Good shit!
I'm getting really excited for the Dans Les Arbres albums, but then I remember that they're on ECM, and then I'm not.
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