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 | | At the same time, one is reminded of the celebrated Zen story of the monk who painted a landscape that was so perfect he walked right into it and disappeared - "Cadmium.." seems to have achieved an elusive goal in improvised music, namely the near-total removal of the identity of the performer. |
 | | Clearly, if one takes the time to listen attentively, there is much to appreciate, both in terms of overall form and moment-to-moment nuance, but its sheer austerity continually forces me to question whether I am actually enjoying it, and if so, what "enjoying" actually means. |
 | | I suspect that the musicians have produced more extreme performances in their time; however, the quartet is alert, engaged, and responsive, and over the course of each of the six improvised "cuts" the collective interactions and constructions that comprise the group's extemporised dialogue prove consistently subtle and invigorating. |
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