Roscoe Mitchell has been one of my mainstays for over thirty years now.
His work with the Art Ensemble of Chicago and as a solo player has been
bountiful beyond measure. I am chagrined to say that much of the solo
reed material here is uncharacteristically coldly abstract. And there is
a lot of it, filling up two discs. The third cd, which almost all
features his percussion “cage,” (a hollowed-out cube containing a
plethora of percussion devices) is much more successful, by turns
beguiling, subtle and delicate.