This is a brief return to say once more how much I like Benny Golson on saxophone, especially when he is blowing his suspiring sax sound, wrapping its whisper around the notes in a slur as controlled as walking a straight line because it is a sober caress.
That’s it. It’ll never be as good as hearing it, but one tries. This album further interested because Lee Morgan also plays and I have only recently become aware of his work in any depth.
More describing of Golson here.