
ECM Editions: Even The Price Sounds Great! is a 1991 promotional jazz sampler CD released by Polygram Records to showcase artists from the prestigious ECM Records catalogue. Conceived as an affordable point of entry, it occupies an eccentric corner of the label’s history, somewhere between commercial bait and unauthorized cartography. The ridiculous cover and bargain-bin title seem almost calculated to puncture ECM’s reputation for austere visual refinement. Stranger still, seven of its 15 tracks are excerpts, a practice that feels almost sacrilegious when applied to music whose internal proportions often depend upon patience, suspended time, and the gradual disclosure of space. The track selection follows no discernible logic, while the sequencing appears to have been assembled by instinct rather than argument. Yet this lack of design becomes the compilation’s secret weapon. Doors open onto rooms that should not adjoin. Corridors change material halfway through. A staircase rises into an instrument that has not yet been played.
Opening with “Sidekicks,” from John Abercrombie’s Getting There (ECM 1321), is nevertheless a smooth move. The tune catches immediately, a bright fishhook buried in the ear, drawing the listener into a sweeping field of propulsion. Peter Erskine’s anthemic drumming gives the track its muscular horizon, while Marc Johnson’s spring-loaded bass keeps adjusting the floor beneath it. Michael Brecker’s tenor eventually careens beyond the arrangement’s visible perimeter, and the classic fadeout feels less an ending than a failure of the recording apparatus to follow him farther. That same rhythm section carries into “Twister,” from Second Sight (ECM 1351) by Marc Johnson’s Bass Desires, creating one of the sampler’s few intentional bridges. The folk-inflected rhythm guitar generates an irrepressible lift, while Frisell and Scofield add fuel to each other’s ascent. Their exchange avoids the pettiness of competition. Each guitarist enlarges the available altitude until the music seems to have escaped the jurisdiction of gravity. Gary Burton and Chick Corea’s rendition of “What Game Shall We Play Today,” from their classic Crystal Silence (ECM 1024), follows naturally enough, preserving the buoyancy while exchanging combustion for lucid play. Burton’s vibraphone and Corea’s piano occupy the same translucent mechanism, each note touching a hidden lever somewhere inside the other.
Kenny Wheeler’s “’Smatter” had already appeared on previous compilations, making its presence here feel nearly inevitable. Drawn from 1976’s Gnu High (ECM 1069), it remains phenomenal in any setting, its melodic intelligence so complete that even transplantation cannot disturb its nervous system. “Palacio De Pinturas,” from Egberto Gismonti’s Sol Do Meio Dia (ECM 1116), and “Bright Size Life,” from Pat Metheny’s reigning beacon of the same name (ECM 1073), carry a similar air of canonical obligation. These selections are the load-bearing walls, familiar enough to assure the prospective buyer that the advertised building contains genuine ECM stone. Around them, however, stand some far more inspired inclusions. The excerpt from Eberhard Weber’s Chorus (ECM 1288) eases into a lovely electric-piano thread, drawing a filament through the ensemble until the entire construction appears suspended from it. Weber’s music often possesses this physical paradox: immense volume held aloft by something nearly weightless. Here, the excerpted form remains remarkably whole, a severed fragment that continues dreaming of the body from which it came.
“Another Year,” from Steve Tibbetts’ Exploded View (ECM 1335), opens another chamber altogether. A glistening acoustic guitar anchors the piece, while the incendiary electric burns inscriptions into its surface. Internal avenues spiral toward an expansive choral palette, their converging lines producing a sensation of spiritual traffic with no earthly destination. The track seems to contain a private geography whose roads exist only while being heard. From there, the left turn into “Drinking Music,” from the Carla Bley Band’s European Tour 1977 (WATT/8), is especially welcome. Its romping horns and decadent flair kick open the door to a room where wit has been fermented into rhythm. Bley’s irreverence disrupts any lingering suspicion that ECM’s universe consists entirely of Nordic solemnity and immaculate silences. “New Orleans Strut,” from Album Album (ECM 1280), extends that corrective impulse through a carbonated performance by Jack DeJohnette’s Special Edition, with the bandleader on piano. The instrument becomes a vehicle for rhythmic mischief, its keys scattering bright complications beneath the horns.
Many of the expected names are present, including Keith Jarrett and Jan Garbarek. Jarrett’s askew “Landscape For Future Earth,” from Facing You (ECM 1017), sounds less composed than unearthed from an archaeological site several centuries ahead of us. Its title already contains a temporal fracture, and the piano proceeds through that fracture with restless concentration. Garbarek’s anthemic “Mission: To Be Where I Am,” from It’s OK To Listen To The Gray Voice (ECM 1294), offers a complementary form of displacement. His saxophone appears to declare its coordinates while simultaneously erasing the map. Dave Holland receives his due with “Homecoming,” from the epic quintet album Seeds of Time (ECM 1292), a jubilant masterstroke whose tightly wound horns keep discovering new forms of lockstep diversion. The arrangement advances through a series of compact revolutions, every turn tightening the band’s communal intellect.
Against such familiar eminence, the inclusion of The Art Ensemble Of Chicago’s “Funky AECO,” from The Third Decade (ECM 1273), becomes even more valuable. Its percussive detail carries a robust inner flame, while Lester Bowie’s presence radiates through the track with an authority that resists reduction to tone or technique. He does not merely enter the music. He alters its molecular citizenship. The piece also exposes how much expressive territory can hide beneath the compilation’s glossy promotional premise. Suddenly, the sampler feels less like an introduction to a label than a contraband archive of competing philosophies, each vying for a different definition of freedom. Terje Rypdal’s “Chaser,” from the 1985 album of the same name (ECM 1303), pushes that argument toward art rock, shining with youthful electricity. Its guitar cuts new apertures into the surrounding space, allowing a colder and more brilliant electricity to enter.
Unlike Dinner Jazz With ECM, this collection does not cohere beneath an obvious theme. Its edits remain questionable, its sequence is idiosyncratic, and several choices feel dictated by availability rather than vision. Even so, ECM Editions: Even The Price Sounds Great! develops a coherence that its compilers may never have intended. The tracks begin communicating across historical distance, drawing secret passageways between artists who were placed beside one another for reasons as humble as pricing and promotion. Abercrombie’s propulsion alters the memory of Burton’s delicacy. Bley’s comic opulence throws Jarrett’s solitary angles into sharper relief. Bowie’s flame reaches backward through the disc and reveals embers hidden in Wheeler.
Then again, perhaps any assortment of ECM recordings would generate similarly unexpected relations. A catalogue this rich cannot be shuffled without producing fresh constellations of thought, though even that description feels too orderly for what happens here. This sampler resembles an abandoned blueprint whose errors remain unresolved. Its deepest value lies in the accidental intelligence of adjacency, the way one selection teaches the ear to misunderstand the next more productively. We tend to imagine listening as reception, a sound entering a mind that waits intact for its arrival. This compilation proposes a stranger possibility. The mind itself may be the promotional object, cheaply packaged and confidently mislabeled, while the music moves through it, rearranging the price of consciousness. Somewhere inside that transaction, taste ceases to be a possession. It becomes a door that has forgotten which side of the wall it belongs to.











