Recent collaborations in London with Nubya Garcia, Joe Armon-Jones, Soweto Kinch, Ashley Henry, Daniel Casimir and Kamaal Williams… remixed live the next weekend by LeFtO, Ben LaMar Gay, Quiet Dawn, Earl Jeffers & Don Leisure of the Darkhouse Family, and later by Emma-Jean Thackray and Lexus Blondin… finally chopped-up and re-assembled back at Makaya’s home studio in Chicago, into two continuous side-long suites.

‘A re-imagining.’

Fourteen new pieces of organic beat music cut from the original sessions in New York, Chicago, London and Los Angeles, featuring Brandee Younger, Tomeka Reid, Dezron Douglas, Joel Ross, Shabaka Hutchings, Junius Paul, Nubya Garcia, Daniel Casimir, Ashley Henry, Josh Johnson, Jeff Parker, Anna Butters, Carlos Niño and Miguel-Atwood Ferguson.

Bluesy, free, spiritual jazz from St Louis. Recorded in 1982; still freshly rugged and intimately engaging.
Right away you can hear saxophonist Maurice Malik King’s indebtedness to Albert Ayler, with whom he studied at the turn of the sixties in NY, before returning to the Midwest. Two more long-term activists of the post-bop underground — both embedded in New Mexico — Qaiyim Shabazz plays congas, and the outstanding bass-playing is by Zimbabwe Nkenya, who has collaborated with Ku-umba Frank Lacy, Julius Hemphill, William Parker, and a host of others.

‘In 1978, SA guitar genius Tabane stood at a crossroads. Fresh from three years’ touring in the United States, where he graced the Newport Jazz Festival alongside Miles, Herbie, Pharoah and co, and with a newly signed international distribution deal, he harnessed this momentum to a new, larger band setting, capturing a rare intensity.
‘Sangoma — ‘spiritual healer — bridges contradictions: expansive yet intimate, celebratory yet haunted by exile and return. Tracks like Sangoma, Hi Congo and Keya Bereka are not simply recordings but living testaments, songs that would remain in Tabane’s repertoire for decades. Unlike the moody, immersive character of much of his work, here Tabane is on the move — urgent, restless, uncontainable. ‘Maskanta wa tsamaya’, ‘ass-kicking’.
‘More than four decades on, Sangoma is both an historical document and a timeless invocation. A landmark in SA musical history. From his home in Mamelodi to the world and back again, Tabane’s spiritual healing endures — raw, electric, and unbowed.’

‘Malombo music is an indigenous kind of music,’ says Lucky Ranku. ‘If you listen to it, you can feel that it can heal you, if you’ve got something wrong. It’s healing music.’
Lucky was one of the greatest African guitarists of his generation. The deep and hypnotic Down Lucky’s Way was the Jazz Makers’ third album. Recorded in 1969, it was the first to feature additional instruments, and the first to feature Abbey Cindi on soprano saxophone as well as flute. But more than anything else, Down Lucky’s Way is a transfixing showcase for Lucky Ranku’s sui generis guitar virtuosity.
Quite different from their previous recordings, the album shifted the Jazz Makers’ sound toward mesmerising, extended compositions, layered by organ bass and guitar overdubs. Of all the Malombo Jazz Makers recordings, Down Lucky’s Way is the deepest of mood, and the richest of vision.
The most rare, too: it may not ever have been properly issued. Original copies are outrageously scarce — only a few are known among collectors. Prior to this reissue, Lucky was unaware it had ever been released, and had never seen a copy.

Recorded a year after the debut, continuing the earthy flow of Malombo’s music. The two albums have since been recognised as unique landmarks of South African jazz. Alongside full original artwork, both albums feature a new interview with Julian Bahula.

Previously unreleased recordings from the sessions which produced Placebo’s sophomore LP, 1973.

A no-frills, loving tribute — with Shirley’s longtime drummer Steve Williams and double bassist Curtis Lundy (brother of Carmen), formerly of Betty Carter’s group; also the fine pianist Alex Minasian and trumpeter Till Brönner.

Killer. Sublimely moody Latin jazz — our favourite recording by this great jazz singer — with expert accompaniment by Francy Boland, Kenny Clarke, Sahib Shihab, Ake Persson and co. On the flip, Just Give Me Time is a dynamic, full-flavoured bossa.

Classy gospel soul, with a drop of funk and a couple of heavy breaks.
Featuring the early-70s Fantasy gang including Bernard Purdie and Richard Tee; The Reflections doing backing vocals; ace horns; Van Gelder engineering.

‘The French jazz magazine Citizen Jazz acclaimed Marthe’s debut album Asura, in 2021, singling out her ‘ability to hold disparate idioms together, to mix a whole bunch of influences (musical or not) in the crucible of her own personality, of her own history, to bring out a great personal and extraordinary whole, a fresh and singular music which belongs only to herself.’
‘This follow-up maintains the same life-affirming energy. It explores new nooks and crannies in the same wonderful universe. Again, it ranges widely, with the same free approach to composition. Some of the tracks make it impossible to keep your dancing feet still, while others give room for introspection and reflection.
‘Herlighetens Vei — Path of Glory — conveys a humble and respectful attitude to Life. It avers that human existence is sacred and mysterious. Keep an open and alert mind, and the mystery will naturally unfold before you.’

This is sublime. Check it out!

‘The most affecting solo piano album I’ve heard since Keith Jarrett’s much-loved The Melody At Night, With You more than 20 years ago’ (Richard Williams).
‘... the notes hang individually in the air as though being held up to the light… It’s so slow and patient, it becomes an observation of passing time’ (The Wire).

‘These seriously playful/playfully serious gentlemen share the same vibe: a strong sense of speed and importance, paired with a kind of childlike curiosity for what lies behind the next bend. Alternating between baritone saxophone, flutophone, slide flute, clarinet and bass clarinet, phrases are repeated and elaborated, questions, answers, rhetoric, ornamentation, criticism, and free flow, all this and more can coexist when it comes from the same source.
There is a lot of commotion in this music, a lot of pressing and panting. But there are also feelings in the brutality, a brutal finesse that leads us from one sonic landscape to another. Not like a hike, more like a run through forests and scrubs, down steep slopes and up through narrow gorges…’