I remember that when I first owned the LP version at around age 21 my father complained, whenever he heard the music on this album: "There is that suicidal maniac again." It was a crude assessment, but while no doubt much of this sounded like a blurred noise to him, he could nevertheless detect a purpose of sorts. And certainly Coltrane sounded like a man possessed here, and still does. But to those who opened their ears he did, more than on several earlier or later recordings, sound hugely eloquent and in command of his music (not just his instruments). This remains an enormously powerful, harmonious and even melodious work of art - one of the best from its period, and certainly one of Coltrane's best. It is odd that it is not regularly put ahead of, or at least alongside with, many of the more popular records like "Blue Train" and "My Favourite Things", for in many ways both Coltrane and the (daringly orchestrated) band sound yet more distinctive and innovative than anything on those small-group recordings. The title track, "Africa", a very long piece, is strongly evocative of that continent, with all its grandeur, depth and complexity. Something like "Greensleeves", by contrast, is an ordinary, traditional English tune, beautiful by itself, but here rendered in a specially haunting, mesmerising way. Only Coltrane could play as he does on this record, and noone else can imitate him successfully on his own ground. This was, and remains, a musical bombshell, and even though Coltrane at times sounds tormented, for sure, he does not make those of his listeners who are attuned to him think of suicide at all. Rather, one is delighted to (try and) follow him in his breathtaking and life-enriching explorations. - Joost Daalder (see more about me)