such a thrilling album. At moments, such as on "Old Stones," it possesses the feel of Patti Smith's more apocalyptic narratives over swirling chaos, while at others, as at points of "Mottled Emigrant" or "nature-nurture," it is defined by an aggressive, almost metal-like roughness. There is also an operatic quality to the whole thing, if opera were filtered through Sun Ra's brain. And ultimately, much of it, as evidenced by "when the grass was high," goes back to the mixture of composition and improvisation found in blues and some traditional Middle Eastern music. "That snake is always crawling, where the grass is really high," she sings over a modal-sounding series of abstract plucks and the explosions and rumblings of electronics.