Saxophonist Charles Lloyd enjoyed periods of critical acclaim, popular celebration, eccentric withdrawal, and general trivialization. He was easy to ignore if you came of jazz fan age after 1970, and that's a shame.
Mostly one session too many, this session doesn't take itself lightly. As music, rather than an aid to meditation, it's short on original substance and long on repetition, stretching, exquisitely played padding. Inessential.