I think it’s safe to say that Robert Dick is one of the best flutists alive in virtually any genre; Irish/Swiss guitarist Christy Doran wields a fine, noisy axe; Steve Arguelles is a versatile, madly propulsive drummer/percussionist - all of which would add up to squat if that’s all they were. What puts this in a class by itself, up on top shelf, up n’ out of the lower rungs of squiggle/blatt/plonk-riddled group improv is: A.D.D. is not afraid to R.O.C.K. in its own peculiar fashion. This is NOT any sort of "fusion" or "crossover" project, but rather the result of an extremely empathetic, open-ended jazz trio that plays with the audacious edge and visceral punch of a forward-thinking rock band that’s still aware (and proud) of its "garage" roots. Dick has classical technique up the wazoo, yet he over-blows and vocalizes with the swagger of James Brown and the daring passion of Jimi Hendrix. (He’s even recorded a tribute album to Hendrix.) Doran has one of the CHUNKIEST electric guitar sounds around, lean, rich with jazz chops and shot full of the reckless spirit of Hendrix, Live Dead-era Jerry Garcia and Marc Ribot yet avoids copycat-land. Arguelles is Mr. Rhythm, keeping everything moving like mad yet maintaining equal footing with the "lead" instruments. If you’re the kind of person who wonders how Rahsaan Roland Kirk and the Grateful Dead at their respective peaks might’ve sounded together, or imagine Sam Rivers jamming with Cream in 1967 or a jazz fan who likes freely improvised music but gets annoyed with its "rhythm-free" and self-indulgent aspects, Sic Bisquitus Disintegrat should be high on your shopping list.