(Edgetone / Pax Recordings)

You could never say that Abstractions are slickers, as their “rags-to-raggedier” kind of artistic freedom makes their sound emissions appreciable by a few stray pigeons and a bunch of lucky analysts (yes, it’s me in there). This collective’s in-yo’-face, politically incorrect lyrics are meshed with rusty needles of disposable improvising sapience and remnants of Beefheartian corpses, poleaxing any concept of nearshore straightness while proudly showing the earmarks of genuine intelligence. The indented poetics of indecipherable sonic stenography offered by these musicians is more than enough to declare them essential in the ever expanding galaxy of West Coast’s free music. Let’s leave famousness to someone else and enjoy these strange bulletins; “California Dreaming” this ain’t.