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Teamed in late-1966 with pianist Stanley Cowell, bassist Sirone (then Norris Jones), and drummer Rashied Ali for the first album, Brown was just a month-and-change away from recording his debut for Impulse, Three for Shepp, under the enviable aegis of John Coltrane. Cowell and Sirone would join him in that higher profile venture, but a session for the underdog ESP label was already on the books. Brown brought four originals for the date and while it’s unclear how much rehearsal time preceded the quartet’s studio hit, the music has an admirable focus and structured logic to it not always prevalent amongst projects by his peers for the label. 

“Sorella” alights on a gorgeous vertical melody laced with alto trills that Cowell bolsters with gilded chordal cascades. Sirone and Ali’s contributions are audible as never before previously, the former strumming ripe elastic fills around the latter’s swirling snare and cymbal accents. “Fortunato” unfolds as a lush, formal ballad with Brown’s limpid phrases gliding over elegant accompaniment given extra weight by Ali’s rolling mallets. There’s hard edit about a minute-and-a-half in, but otherwise the piece plays out as an unbroken reverie. Title track and closer, “Homecoming,” lean more heavily into collective dissonance, but the album isn’t any further afield than sessions from Brown’s cohort recorded contemporaneously for the likes of Blue Note. 

The following December Brown was in the Netherlands, another participant in the great migration of jazz musicians lured to the European Continent as an escape from stateside stressors and encumbrances. Bassist Maarten Van Regteren Altena, who would later truncate his stage name substantially, and the indefatigable drummer Han Bennink are comrades and instigators on five pieces that draw on Brown-devised themes, but better resemble the sort of free improvisations that were lingua franca of all three. Bennink’s kit was particularly ill-served by earlier iterations of the recording, sounding both brittle and washed out, and Pfister has only so much restorative mojo at his disposal. Still, the energy of these occasionally combustible, but always amicable conversations comes through sans any obstruction.