This collection is pretty much a hodgepodge collection of scraps from Sun Ra's later NYC period, but what a wonderfully spooky set of mindbending moments. Some of this stuff was copped from other albums, ie. When Angels Speak of Love, while other stuff are short pieces that never got tacked onto anything before. Like a Saturn version of the White Album, these selections each stand strikingly alone, as opposed to forming any sort of coherent whole, but the whole thing works as a united blow against the ordinary or familiar. In its on raggedy way, it stands right up there with the other 60's gems from the man of mystery.