Your mind is never the same again.
This record, this testament, is a monument to John Coltrane. His horn playing was on another plane – the way he could read a tune is best heard on his interpretation of My Favourite Things, the song from The Sound Of Music. However, as a composer, a bandleader, a human being, a soul – this record will keep his memory, and the memory of his playing, alive. No jazz album feels so naked, so raw, so free of artifice and cool as A Love Supreme. Four men, four instruments, four voices, one purpose, one amazing piece of music.
Collapsing after another couple of albums, with Reed exploring drugs and feedback, Cale becoming more avant-garde and the name Velvet Underground consigned to the canon, this represented one of the most startling, creative and avant-garde moments of the Sixties, yet was never promoted, or sold, in any meaningful manner, peaking in the low #170s on the US charts. Like much inspiration, it came from a closely guarded collecting elite, but now, available at all Middle Eastern truck stops, The Velvet Underground and Nico is ready to explode some synapses.
This was Cream’s last coherent album, before the drugs, hate and misguided experimentation produced the intermittently brilliant and baffling Wheels Of Fire; here, Cream run the emotional, dynamic and stylistic gamut, and produced a flat out stunner of a disc.
This is distilled perfection