“This outfit blew my sandals off!” gushed the Village Voice on the release of the debut album from the NNC (as they were called by fans of the ‘new thing’ back in 1970). Shankley was originally a bookie's runner from Dayton, Ohio, but one with a distinct musical gift. An epiphany came when he hid in a restroom to catch an earful of the Sun Ra Arkestra (“the sound of that band combined with the repeated flushing of the cistern gave me a whole new outlook on jazz – though it ruined a perfectly good pair of slacks”). Overnight he abandoned nefarious pursuits to study piano and pursue his ‘vision’. Too Far Out producer Bryce Conklin was wowed by an appearance at the Kerfuffle Club in Dayton and a five-album deal followed. All the Doors is an extended piece in three sections, opening with the startling cacophony of ‘His Spirit Shall Arrive In Chariots of Trumpet’ – Wodge and Candalevski blowing for all they are worth (about $12 and 50 cents); Chips Foster's ferociously bowed cello is accompanied by increasingly violent coughing as the instrument was clearly smoking badly. Abracadabra, on miniature timbales, gives the impression of the arrival of an entire munchkin marching band. The whole outfit conclude by playing a jaunty version of ‘The Big Rock Candy Mountain’. Next up is the placid interlude of ‘Cosmic Luncheon Meat’: a deep throbbing ostinato from the ensemble ends with the leader dropping some cutlery and asking for the cheque. The final section is ‘Hail to the Bebop of Webop!’ a manic free jazz noise fest over the chords of ‘Cherokee’ that concludes when Shankley sidles in playing an instrument of his own devising, the ‘melismatic truncheon’, which sounds uncannily like someone eating blancmange.