A relentless twenty minutes free jazz assault on the senses. The pace is quick and the sounds are busy. Ayler's saxophone wailing practically nonstop throughout. I can only compare this to some of Hermann Nitsch's work and indeed Ayler sometimes sounds as if he is slaughtering the poor instrument as if it were a goose, and when he is joined in on the action, we hear the whole slaughterhouse. Things do calm down ever so slightly at approximately four minutes into the song, but it is only the eye of the storm as the winds rapidly pick up again. After a short break, Ayler's patented vibrato sax is in full glory. Much more relaxed in comparison to the first part. His fascination for military marches surfaces at about nine minutes into the song. Two minutes later, the pace picks up again and Ayler goes nuts, the trumpet coming in five minutes later to create a ruckus. Intense to say the least!