Sax man Tsur shows off his old soul here not by looking back over the last seven years, not by picking a set card of chestnuts but by playing with the kind of lush grandeur you’d expect from an old Henry Mancini album or one of those “…. Plays for You” atmospheric albums where they tried to take a junkie jazz man and clean him up for after hours suburban rec room consumption. I’m not sure if today’s listener has the chops to listen and appreciate this, but they ought to raise their game to get a load of what they’ve been missing out on over the years. This cat is a real gun slinger.
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