This 1972 album is maybe the sine qua non of spiritual jazz’s aspirations to creating a truly global sound. It is — and sounds like — a truly communal creation, put together as part of Don Cherry and his wife Moki’s Organic Music project in Sweden, which brought together generations, continents and cultural forms in an experiment in living and education. Cherry’s trumpet rarely features, and when it does it’s another part of the textures along with sitars, percussion, chanting and the many other ingredients. The music truly sounds like a folk idiom of the future, completely natural and confident in itself, and all the cliches of 70s incense and batik evaporate away as you let yourself sink into it.