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The first time on any format for Pier Paolo Pasolini's controversial 1975 vision of the Marquis De Sade's 120 Days Of Sodom, featuring beautiful and discordant classical compositions, in stark contrast to the shocking and cruel events unfolding onscreen. Three weeks before the scandalous release of "Salò, or The 120 Days Of Sodom", Pasolini was brutally murdered in Ostia, Italy. In the wake of the tragedy, legendary composer Ennio Morricone wrote 'Addio a Pier Paolo Pasolini' (Goodbye to Pier Pa…
Milkweed’s new album draws from ‘The Táin’ Irish epic, mixing “Slacker Trad” with global sounds. Critically acclaimed, their music merges Appalachian folk, hauntology, and experimentation.
On Tinderbox, Myer U Clark leans into what he calls “musical jank”: loose‑limbed indie‑folk where wiry guitars, Harold‑and‑Maude whimsy and ghosts of English folk and Delta blues wrap around love songs that stumble, blush, and somehow land on their feet.
On Long Live Brown Wimpenny, Brown Wimpenny turn the folk revival into a street‑level commons: an 11‑piece, multi‑city collective collapsing the gap between stage and floor with roaring, communal takes on songs that belong to everyone and no one.
On The Call, Henry Grimes refuses the “leader date as reward” narrative, stepping out as a co‑equal melodic force with Perry Robinson and Tom Price in a trio document where free jazz means deep listening, not just full‑bore blaze.
On The Will Come Is Now, Ronnie Boykins finally moves from Sun Ra’s bass chair to the centre of the frame, leading a septet through six originals where earthy groove, cosmic harmony and astonishing arco work reveal the band’s quiet architect as a full‑blown composer.
On Trio, Lowell Davidson explodes the piano tradition from the inside out, trading clustered storms, sudden lyric breaks and pregnant silence with Gary Peacock and Milford Graves in a one‑off 1965 session that still feels dangerously new.