Alan Wilkinson is out for blood. Half of his solo album Practice was recorded in his old rehearsal space…in a hospital. To say the saxophonist’s music is caustic is about as much of an understatement as his nickname; “Iron Lungs Wilkinson.” Armed with only his tenor, a half dozen original pieces and an old standby standard (Ornette Coleman’s “Lonely Woman”), Wilkinson barnstorms his way through a 66-minute CD that tries the saints of jazz. Noise and atmosphere are the name of the game, and Alan Wilkinson sounds like he’s emptying out all his air sacks capacity. If that wasn’t enough, I learned he’s done this kind of thing before, on a cassette dating back to 1994 called Seedy Boy. Label Bo Weavil fortunately saw fit to make sure his latest solo endeavor gets preserved digitally. Not for the jazzically weak.
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