Delayed Album Review...

Among basements and skyscrapers, with a deep perspective of what jazz can be and reach, the 1985´s album Black codes from the underground by Wynton Marsalis sounds like NYC. Is the poetry of the streets, the basements, the clubs, the atmosphere of an endless city becoming jazz, floating like snowflakes in the air.
The first song opens not only the album but the doors to those black codes, to the magical experience of... post-bop? neo-bop? amazing-bop? city-bop? Honestly, I don´t know how to call this music. Perhaps is time to call it just like that: Music, with a capital M, because otherwise we could end up lost in variations of the same thing. Or perhaps you can´t name it at all, I don´t know... I only know that this album sounds like a whole city.

Enjoy it!