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On his knockout duo album with percussionist Andrew Greenwald, the new 37:55 (Creative Sources), his playing is almost polyphonic: he overlaps acidic, high-pitched cries with plush breath sounds, from sibilant flutters to tight, unpitched puffs. I've never heard a trumpet sound so inhuman—his flickering tone and stuttery articulation dislocate the instrument's voice like an electronic filter, and for minutes at a time you might imagine you're listening to an old-school analog synth.
Peter Margasak, Chicago Reader
4:25 AM
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