This seemingly unbalanced band - two drummers, two bassists, three horns - founded by opera-writing polymath Lukas Kranzelbinder have forged a fierce reputation for sprawling sets that nod to the '60s spiritual Jazz of Alice Coltrane and Pharoah Sanders undercut with Sons of Kemet's interlocking rhythm fluidity. If those parallels are apparent amid the full force of I Can Feel The Heat Closing In and slow-burning, spectral progressions of So He Spoke, the 19-minute Grilling Crickets in a Straw Hut is different level, as guesting guitarist Tobias Hoffmann and flute-wielding resident Johannes Schleiermacher soar above Kranzelbinder's boombastically grooving guembri.
Able to blind you into a trance and make you dance to your knees, Gris Gris twists, blisters and burns like a fevered dream.