Impulse Records has been very good to old jazz albums. They've remastered and repackaged a slew of classic records, some with bonus tracks. Occasionally, they dig into the vaults and pull out something like Coltrane's brand new Living Space, a collection of lost tracks from 1965.

Now, 'Trane put out a lot of good shit in his years on Earth. Some of it was okay, some of it was great, some of it was legendary. What's amazing about these tracks is that they hadn't been compiled earlier because, as a record, Living Space ranks among Coltrane's best.

The suave, love- making sounds of the title cut are swanky as hell, with emphasis on smooth. And I'm not talking like Kenny G smooth; that's like the watered- down, syrupy cola, ultra- caucasian smooth-- doesn't count. The smooth of "Living Space" is damn near serene. Remember Crystal Pepsi? It's like that, only it doesn't leave a sticky aftergoo in your mouth.

The rest of the disc provides the listener with a more upbeat audio experience. The two untitled tracks, "90314" and "90320" are not just crazy- assed, rabid jazz tunes, but California zip codes, as well. "Dusk-Dawn" is a ten- minute joyride through rolling hills and rainy plains, while "The Last Blues" (aptly titled, as it was the last blues number Coltrane ever recorded) is bliss on cruise control; the theme song for a one- armed man living his life on Chicago's el train, and the soundtrack to his final moments spent ODing on a hallucinogen called Saxophene.

From the vaults comes a gem so shiny that it'll blind you if you look directly into it. Living Space is more than just a pile of dusty old tapes. It's an album to which one can only lay back, close the eyes, and drift off into a land of sound where memories collapse and the heart attacks. Awww yeaah...

-Ryan Schreiber