Reviews of two new releases   Tisziji Munoz Presence of Joy Presence of Mastery Presence of Truth Anami Music Fellow congregants: John Coltrane, Sonny Sharrock, Santana     Mega-Grammy winner Carlos Santana often pays homage to John Coltrane, a nice nod. Yet despite fumbling attempts at imitation, Santana's music has never approached the complex collision of earthly fire and spiritual transcendence of Coltrane's late work. I used to think six strings simply couldn't conjure the gods the way a sax could (the devil, no problem). Then I heard Tisziji Munoz, a musical visionary from Schenectady who sets fire to his strings with the same furious marriage of Buddhist grace and Christian brimstone Coltrane managed. Munoz favors the same piercing wail that Carlos digs, but he combines this with Coltrane's penchant for shards-of-glass drama and buckshot blasts of notes. It feels like music's burning through his flesh like stigmata. Few have borne witness, however, because Munoz is a fringe dweller, a mystic who speaks in Ghost Dog-like platitudes (shades of Carlos again) and releases his own discs with little or no promotion. He does have his cartel of supporters, though, and they show for these three recent discs. Former Coltrane drummer Rashied Ali and bassist Don Pate make a premier rhythm team, loose but frantic and perfect for Munoz's helter-skelter pace. Keyboardists Hilton Ruis and Paul Shaffer (yes, Letterman's sidekick) spar on Mastery and Truth, but they don't hold their own as well as sax man David Liebman does on Presence of Joy, easily the most essential of the three. Liebman's a strong voice who fights for a thoughtful riposte to Munoz's stream of consciousness. He's comfortable with Coltrane's fury and free with Munoz's own furious meditation. Of course, Munoz is the storm-tossed star here. Throughout these three works you can't help but wonder why he isn't a free-jazz household name. But when the heavens are yours, who has time for earthly delights? Bill Smith   Royal Trux Pound for Pound Drag City Records Of related interest: Trainspotting, Zeppelin   And what is it, exactly, at the core of the Royal Trux movement? Formed in 1985 or '84 when one-time Calvin Klein model Jennifer was 15, these superhipsters have developed a dedicated cult over the years, a legion that worships Trux's futuristic B-side sound and ultimate expression of wasted chic. As the band itself says on its website, "Do you like rock and roll: electric guitars, singing, drums, screaming and drums and electronic music?" Hmm, yes. Neil Hagerty and Jennifer Herrema both possess that whiskey-gut throat grumble, a little nasally (too much milk) above a background of conga drums, "regular" drums, bass and psychedelic guitars. A fine mix of science fiction and punk for any of you avid enthusiasts. The music is relatively entertaining; two drummers beat a powerful grind, and the occasional addition of a flute keeps things interesting. And I must say, Neil Hagerty plays a fine guitar line. Judgment? If you like Led Zeppelin's "The Crunge," this baby's for you. Jay Nebel