their more typical noise trio was probably as near to what we now recognize as classic free jazz, as i aurally ventured. in those fondly remembered far away, days.
they were where a band like last exit seemed to want to go in their more blissed out freest moments, but never quite did, except Borbetomagus were there relentlessly all the time
i certainly heard their early records on Agaric before any incus or FMP album.
The roots of their more typical trio sound though grounded in free jazz, also seems to draw equally on noisy concrete music, and the aggressive propulsion of , no wave garage rock...and has more in common with today's Japanese noise bands like say,incapacitants.
This Lp and the wonderful Borbeto Jam recorded in the same month of october in 1981, are about the most bucolic , spacious classic, plinky scratchy 'Euro' 'Free' these guys ever got.
The Fact that their musical interlocutors here are Masters of free Improv in that sense probably mitigates what might be seen by some, though not me as their worst excesses..... anyway enough prattle
Click on the cover... you have 4 improvisations untitled... by
Jim Sauter & Don Dietrich saxes, Donald Miller-G, Toshinori Kondo- trpt
Peter Kowald -db, Tristan Honsinger-VC, and Voice..& Milo Fine-Piano
recorded in NYC, on the 18 oct 1981..
Leo LR ,LP 113.
the other record by this exact grouping, Borbeto Jam can still be seen on the Cadence Klompfoot catalog site, at least it could for as long as i can remember , maybe they have finally sold out... (worth checking!!)
This one sadly (Cause its so good!!) is unlikely to be one which Leo resurrects in a hurry.
Agaric BorbetosM's own label is reissuing systematically everything they have ever done as a trio.
if one needed only one 'Snuff Jazz' , circa 1990 is a very fine example, i was going to write" a devastated, denuded mental topography full of demons in heat.... lots of kinky demonic ejaculations of pure sulfur". but that would obviously be a very personal psycho sexual interpretation which would be inappropriate...So lets just say, the most turbulant passages of Alan Silva's the seasons stretched out to 40 minutes, played by a trio of punk arsed hardcore dudes.
Agaric Records @ Discogs (i,cant find their actual web page at the moment)