Divine Love

Wadada Leo Smith's Divine Love is one of ECM's most tantalizing jewels, the result of many years ignoring the label's advances. I can only speculate this was because the immediacy of his craft might have been adversely affected by the interventions of any svelte postproduction. Thankfully, and not surprisingly, Eicher and company gave this effort all the space it needed to breathe, for breath is precisely what this imaginative session is all about.

Since 1970, Smith has been utilizing two systems of musical production: a) rhythm-units, which balance every note produced with an equivalent unit of silence, and b) ahkreanvention, an amalgamated method of "scored improvisation." The album's two bookends exemplify the former, while the latter animates the single piece at their center. This structure gilds the recording with a cyclical feel that deepens with every listen. Drifting through the waves of mallet percussion (courtesy of Bobby Naughton) of the title track, each cry materializes as a vessel of indeterminate origin until we lose ourselves in the eddy of "Tastalun," where muted trumpets (Lester Bowie and Kenny Wheeler join in here) streak the music's inner language with deep gashes of spontaneous intent. With "Spirituals: The Language Of Love," we return to where the album began, sailing forth into waters at once opaque and teeming with unseen light.