is truly a "lost" album that's a jazz holy grail on par with ' 1968 albums and . Cut with a smoking new band with whom he was trying to re-establish himself as a viable musician after two years of health problems, arrests, and other mishaps, this amounts to his last great album. The session reels containing it sat in boxes until 2014 when / hired high-end vinyl specialists to master the sessions for the first time and deliver new lacquers. While the album was assembled from multiple takes, ' diary designated the final lineup's keepers. was a consummate jazz musician -- arguably the greatest of 20th century England. His band here -- on drums, pianist , and bassist -- roars through five mid-length to long tunes in sessions that were as loose as they were swinging. Opener "For Members Only" is counted off by and set into motion by . After a couple of different "endings" in the intro, the jam kicks into gear with in muscular form, his solo fleet, wildly imaginative, and harmonically astonishing as it encompasses his own developmental ideas and fascinations with the jazz vanguard and blues-inspired language. , who made his recorded debut here, swings like mad but keeps and his meaty yet lofty ideas grounded, while delivers fat comps, vamps, and a tight solo. "Rumpus" is a monument to high musicality. This version is a first take, and its knotty construction crisscrosses the intricate athleticism of bop with its knotty head joined to the more physically demanding modal hard bop of during the period. ' solo is dazzling in its complexity and feeling, with the rhythm section carving out space for him to explore. The title cut is a finger-popping hard bop groover; it offers dexterous, even competitive interplay between . A pair of covers round out the set. The first is a gorgeous, deeply felt version of 's immortal ballad "You Know That I Care," in which delivers both the lushness and deep emotion that makes fools of critics who claimed he was all flash and no feeling. The sprightly articulation of the Latin-ized rhythmic invention in "Where Am I Going?" by closes the set as pushes the band into a humid groove while communicate directly. moves from sharp montunos to elegant, even romantic post-bop swing as matches cadenzas with short phrases and seamless arpeggios. The sound is pristine; it that matches the soulfulness and technical proficiency of the playing, and ' biographer penned the copious liner notes. presents itself as a bona fide jazz holy grail. Hopefully, along with the documentary , it will spark a true critical and popular reappraisal of ' work. ~ Thom Jurek