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Marsha Hunt “Woman Child” (Track, 1971)

Born in Philadelphia in 1946, Marsha Hunt attained cultural cachet and musical brilliance in the UK during the hothouse milieu of late ’60s and ’70s London. She is something of a Renaissance woman, earning notoriety as an actor, model, singer, and novelist. On a more salacious note, Hunt also had more than artistic relationships with some of England’s rock royalty, including Marc Bolan, Mick Jagger (with whom she had a child), John Mayall, and Soft Machine’s Mike Ratledge, whom she married to help her resolve visa problems. In addition, Hunt sang alongside Bluesology keyboardist Reg Dwight (later Elton John), acted in the London staging of the zeitgeisty musical Hair, and reputedly was the inspiration for the Rolling Stones’ “Brown Sugar.” What a legend…

We here at Jive Time HQ are most interested in her musical exploits, though, which she flaunts with panache on her debut LP, Woman Child. Produced by three of the UK’s finest studio wizards—Gus Dudgeon, Tony Visconti, and Kit Lambert—the album goes heavy on covers… some expected, some surprising. With everyone from Humble Pie to Jonny Jenkins to Cher covering Dr. John’s “I Walk On Gilded Splinters,” it’s not shocking for a soulful diva such as Ms. Hunt to take a crack at it. And Marsha really digs into the haunted guts of this New Orleans voodoo-funk classic with apropos gravitas and intensity. It’s clear from the outset that Hunt’s acting chops came in handy when she got in front of a mic in the studio. Her expressiveness is elite.

Hunt also flexes her formidable range on “No Face, No Name, No Number,” an intimate, orchestral interpretation of the 1968 Traffic ballad. The vibe resembles some of the gentler pieces on Love’s Forever Changes. Hunt gives one of the Supremes’ most heart-rending hits, “My World Is Empty Without You,” a nuanced reading, reflecting the lyrics’ profound hurt amid a shivering, orchestral backing and subtle conga patter. Listen closely for her beau, Bolan, on backing vox. On “Keep The Customer Satisfied,” Hunt blows out Simon & Garfunkel’s twee folk song into a gospel/hippie-rock revival, with crazy, wailing sax. And her seductive take on Dylan’s celebratory country-rock nugget “You Ain’t Goin Nowhere” probably made Bobby all hot and bothered.

The first of three Bolan compositions reworked here is “Hot Rod Papa,” in which Hunt switches the gender of Marc’s spare blues-rocker “Hot Rod Mama.” She and her musicians improve the original into sleazy, fried R&B that’s not too far from what Rotary Connection were doing a couple of years earlier. A mellifluous, folk-proggy Bolan number from Tyrannosaurus Rex’s Prophets, Seers & Sages The Angels Of The Ages, “Stacey Grove” doesn’t really play to Hunt’s strengths, but it’s interesting nonetheless. And for all the John’s Children fans, there’s a remarkably sexxxy soul cover of the freakbeat classic “Desdemona,” written before Bolan formed Tyrannosaurus Rex. Here’s where Hunt reveals her swag in excelsior. The way she sings “lift up your skirt and flyyy-iiieee” is a serious climactic moment on Woman Child.

On “Wild Thing,” Hunt once again super-charges a white-boy track (this time by the Troggs) with show-stopping eroticism. She brings the full force of her towering thespianic powers to this groovy ode to raunchiness. Rumor has it that Faces members Ron Wood, Ian McLagan, and Kenny Jones play on this. I believe it.

It should be noted that Hunt’s greatest song, “(Oh No! Not!) The Beast Day,” only appears on a 45 released by the vaunted Vertigo label in 1973. I paid a pretty hefty price for it, but the ROI has been great, as I play it in 90% of my DJ gigs to overwhelming approval. Both that single and this album deserve reissues. It may be quixotic to think that this review will initiate the process, but it can’t hurt to put the idea out into the universe. -Buckley Mayfield

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David T. Walker “Plum Happy” (Zea, 1970)

David T. Walker is one of the planet’s smoothest, mellowest guitarists. His feathery touch and melodic gracefulness made the Tulsa, Oklahoma-born musician one of the 20th century’s most in-demand session players. He’s recorded and performed with dozens of big names, including Marvin Gaye, Stevie Wonder, Jackson 5, Marlena Shaw, Bobbi Humphrey, Aretha Franklin, James Brown, and Quincy Jones. Walker also played in the short-lived supergroup Afrique, whose lone LP, 1973’s Soul Makossa, is a serious funk bomb, and in Paul Humphrey & His Cool Aid Chemists. So, even if you’ve never checked one of Walker’s 15 solo albums, you’ve undoubtedly heard his delicious licks somewhere.

I’ve only heard four of DTW’s LPs, but of those, Plum Happy hits the sweetest spot. My curiosity in Walker was piqued via the main sample in hip-hop group People Under The Stairs’ 2002 classic, “Acid Raindrops”: i.e., his unbelievably chill cover of Bob Dylan’s “Lay Lady Lay.” Incidentally, I’d love to know if Bob ever heard Walker’s transformation of his moody 1969 hit ballad into paradisiacal instrumental bliss, blessed by brisk congas and DTW’s liquid-gold guitar filigrees. It’s become my go-to walking-in-summer-sunshine jam, and it’s yet more proof that Walker is a master of interpreting other musicians’ compositions.

But that doesn’t mean the man can’t write his own tunes. Plum Happy boasts five originals, and they reveal the sharp skills that come standard with a first-call studio wiz. Right from jump, “Doo Doo” offers a splurge of extroverted funk, like a wired Dennis Coffey joint, but with less fuzz and distortion. The title track is a busy, complex jazz number that recalls Phil Upchurch‘s contemporaneous work for Cadet and Blue Thumb Records. “Blues For My Father” brings solid electric blues showcasing Walker’s fluid, rhythmic style while “Listen To The Sun”‘s jaunty, ornate soul jazz evokes the magnificent Gábor Szabó.

As for the remaining covers, DTW secularizes the Edwin Hawkins Singers’ 1969 gospel-pop hit into a buoyant blues mood-elevator, as he extravagantly ladles on the wah-wah. For “Come Together,” John Lennon’s groovy surrealism gets some gilded adornment with fuzz-tone guitar conspiring with Walker’s crystalline timbre and frilly ornamentation. You can tell the band—John Barnes (piano), Al Edmond (drums), Richard Waters (timbales), Buzz Cooper (tambourine, percussion), Tracy Wright (bass)—really dig extemporizing on the Beatles’ funkiest song. The album ends with “Love Vibrations,” speedy funk rock that’ll get your pulse pounding, stat. The vivacious female backing vocals really send this hippy-friendly heater over the top. It’s one helluva climax.

Scandalously out of print on vinyl since 1970, Plum Happy deserves a reissue. Get to work on that, music industry! -Buckley Mayfield

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Fever Tree “Fever Tree” (UNI, 1968)

Here’s a minor rock classic that’s often sitting in plain view in used bins for very reasonable prices. Do not pass it by. These one-hit wonders from Houston, Texas worked some serious magic on this potent, covers-heavy period piece from 1968. It’s their debut, and the quintet captured the proverbial lightning in a bottle, never to match its fire and verve on three subsequent albums. If Fever Tree Had stopped after this self-titled heater, they’d be part of the distinguished one-and-done club (McDonald & Giles, Skip Spence, the United States Of America, Friendsound, et al.). But alas…

Weirdly for a rock full-length ca. 1968, its producers—Scott and Vivian Holtzman—wrote most of the songs. Thankfully, they were on a creative roll back then, crafting baroque psych-folk and storming garage-rock numbers that have aged well while also epitomizing a late-’60s vibe of overflowing love and optimism. It helped that Dennis Keller sang like Jim Morrison with greater lung power, and minus the preening poetic gravitas. (I like Jimbo, so calm down, Doors fans.)

It took guts for Fever Tree to start their first album with “Imitation Situation 1 (Toccato And Fugue),” a momentous fanfare mashing up J.S. Bach and Ennio Morricone, with horns and string supplied by the illustrious Gene Page and David Angel. That brief piece non-sequiturs into “Where Do You Go?”—heavily fuzzed garage rock laced with Rob Landes’ flute and bolstered by E.E. Wolfe III’s bulbous bass line. Keller asserts himself as a primal force of nature on the mic, well up to the challenge of cutting through the thicket of Michael Knust’s keening, snaky guitar lines. The minor hit (#91!) “San Francisco Girls (Return Of The Native)” perfectly encapsulates late-’60s American psychedelia—full of thrilling surges and gorgeous lulls, a kaleidoscopic roller-coaster ride to the center of your blown mind.

Fans of Madvillain will recognize “Ninety-Nine And A Half,” as the hip-hop supergroup sampled it on “America’s Most Blunted.” It opens with a Keller wail that rivals anything Janis Joplin and Roky Erickson yelped in their heydays, as Fever Tree imbue this Southern-fried soul classic by Steve Cropper and Wilson Pickett with zeal and funk (shout out to drummer John Tuttle). The staccato “Man Who Paints The Pictures” marauds with a killer instinct, like Deep Purple if they were composed of Hell’s Angels—savage yet finessed.

As for the other two high-profile cover versions, there’s a lush take on Neil Young’s touching 1966 Buffalo Springfield ballad, “Nowadays Clancy Can’t Even Sing,” and an ingenious, girthy interpretation of two mid-period Beatles stunners, “Day Tripper” and “We Can Work It Out,” with baroque interpolations of “Eleanor Rigby” and “Norwegian Wood.” Wowow. Of the album’s four remaining ballads, “The Sun Also Rises” is by far the best. This orchestral-pop gem towers as grandiosely and beautifully as peak Left Banke and is low-key Fever Tree‘s highlight. -Buckley Mayfield

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George Duke “Feel” (MPS/BASF, 1974)

Feel lands smack dab in the middle of master fusion keyboardist/composer George Duke’s blue-hot run of albums in the ’70s, when the man could do very little wrong and a helluva lot right(eous). With stints in the Mothers Of Invention, as well as in Frank Zappa’s post-MOI group and Cannonball Adderley’s band, Duke had ample soul-jazz and prog-rock bona fides. On his own, though, he let his funky freak flag fly high. After all, it was the ’70s, the funkiest decade ever, so… George had to put his distinctive stamp on that genre, too, and I, for one, am grateful that he did.

You can hear that aesthetic right out of the gate with “Funny Funk,” an utterly filthy manifestation of the title. I love it when a master musician channels their skills to absurd ends. Duke has his keyboards and synth bass speaking in loony tongues while Ndugu and Airto slap out a libidinous groove. (Those Miles Davis alumni are so dope, they only need one name.) This is Feel‘s peak, but there are many highlights to follow.

The first of two songs on which Frank Zappa guests under the alias Obdewl’l X, “Love” is a slinky, Steely Dan-ish ballad whose smoothness FZ disrupts with fiery, distortion-laden guitar solos. They’re welcome intrusions of grit amid the oleaginous suavity—which is not to disparage Duke’s falsetto singing, which is surprisingly solid and blends well with wonderful guest vocalist Flora Purim’s. On the second one, “Old Slippers,” Zappa is slightly more restrained than he was on “Love,” but he still unleashes fluid pyrotechnics over this coiled, cop-show funk—which also boasts what sounds like a clavinet run through a wah-wah pedal. Awesome.

The only track here not written by Duke, the Ndugu composition “The Once Over” features a fantastic extended Latin percussion break by the composer and Airto on this lush fusion charmer. Bonus: Bassist John Heard gets off a sinuous, Jaco Pastorius-like solo. Duke busts out his falsetto again on the title track, a momentous love ballad. The lyrics seem to equate the creative process with sex: “touch my mind/see what is in me/feel life in you/touch your mind/we come almost as one.” Duke’s rococo synth solo spirals to the stars in a gratuitous display of virtuosity—of which I fully approve. And so does the contemporary artist Thundercat, who owes Duke a huge debt for his own substantial popularity.

Elsewhere, Duke shows an affinity for prog-rockers such as Gentle Giant (the intricate and manic “Cora Joberge”) and mid-’70s King Crimson (“Tzina”), while Flora Purim shines again on the breezy Brazilian jazz bauble “Yana Aminah,” topped off with a fragrant Duke keyboard solo. Similarly, Duke flexes a serpentine keyboard freakout on the strutting jazz-funk cut “Rashid.”

George’s music gradually became slicker and more pop-/R&B-oriented and he even scored some hits, but his most compelling work occurred in the first half of the ’70s. Feel ranks among his best. -Buckley Mayfield

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The Byrds “Ballad Of Easy Rider” (Columbia, 1969)

Unless you’re a staunch contrarian, your favorite Byrds album is probably one of the six that was released between 1965 (Mr. Tambourine Man) and 1967 (Sweetheart Of The Rodeo). But post-1967 Byrds—with Roger McGuinn often the lone original member left in the lineup—had some strong albums, too. My favorite of the bunch is Ballad Of Easy Rider, which, as most fans know, has little to do with the wonderful counterculture film Easy Rider… except for McGuinn’s title track and the fact that one of its stars, Peter Fonda, wrote the LP’s liner notes.

The personnel for Easy Rider included drummer/banjoist/guitarist Gene Parsons, bassist John York, lead guitarist Clarence White, and guitarist/synthesist Roger McGuinn, with all members singing. Terry Melcher and Jerry Hochman produced. Perhaps helped by its association with the Easy Rider movie, the album peaked at #36 on the Billboard albums chart and the singles “Ballad Of Easy Rider” and “Jesus Is Just Alright” had some commercial success, although not on the level of “Mr. Tambourine Man” or “Turn! Turn! Turn!”

Speaking of “Ballad Of Easy Rider,” this McGuinn composition differed from the version that appeared in the Dennis Hopper film. That one only featured Roger on guitar and vocals and Gene Parsons on harmonica. This one had the whole band contributing, with orchestral elements added at Melcher’s suggestion. It has the flowing, bucolic bliss of “Goin’ Back” off The Notorious Byrd Brothers. Trivia: Dylan contributed the opening line (“The river flows, it flows to the sea/Wherever that river goes, that’s where I want to be/Flow, river, flow,” scribbled on a napkin that he gave to Fonda), but he demanded that his songwriting credit be nixed, because of his dislike of the film. Originally performed by Art Reynolds Singers, the Byrds’ “Jesus Is Just Alright” wasn’t as successful as the Doobie Brothers’ souped-up, percussion-heavy version with unison vocals, but they really lean into this inspirational gospel-rocker, so that even atheists can appreciate it.

Of the two traditionals arranged by the Byrds, “Oil In My Lamp” is a gorgeous, solemn tune with lovely vocal harmonies while “Jack Tarr The Sailor” is a stilted sea shanty that I could live without. The two country covers fare slightly better. The Pamela Polland-penned “Tulsa County” is a ballad that gently tugs the heartstrings, buoyed by White’s delicate, intricate acoustic-guitar tapestries. “There Must Be Someone”—written by Vern Gosdin—is a spare, heart-melting ballad that even this non-lover of country music can enjoy.

On “Gunga Din,” Parsons proved he could write a sweet-natured rambler in the vein of Fred Neil’s “Everybody’s Talkin’,” and sing it with hearty tenderness, too. And on the Dylan classic “It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue,” the Byrds slowed the tempo for greater poignancy—plus, the vocal harmonies and White’s sighing pedal steel sway this version into the W column.

Lo and behold, my favorite song on Easy Rider is McGuinn’s least favorite: “Fido.” Composer York based its structure on Dylan’s “The Mighty Quinn,” but with its excellent extended drum/percussion break (the only drum solo in the Byrds’ catalog), “Fido” sounds like a shoe-in for the next volume in Light In The Attic’s Country Funk series. I mean, it’s the Byrds’ second-funkiest cut after “Captain Soul,” but McGuinn thought it shouldn’t even be considered a Byrds song, because York, a “lowly” bassist, sang on it. Sorry, Rog—this track rules and you sound like a whiny bore. I think were Peter Fonda alive, he would agree with me here. -Buckley Mayfield

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Bobbi Humphrey “Flute-In” (Blue Note, 1971)

Imagine being a 21-year-old female flautist and signing with Blue Note for your debut album. On top of that honor, you also have the good fortune to enlist a studio band consisting of trumpeter Lee Morgan, drummer Idris Muhammad, and saxophonist Billy Harper, among other badasses. That’s some impressive mojo. So, Bobbi Humphrey burst into the American jazz scene with much pressure, but she met the moment with poise and skills to burn.

Now, Humphrey at this point was not writing her own songs, but she had great taste in material, and would later work with the amazing composer/arrangers Larry and Fonce Mizell on a grip of soul-jazz classics in the ’70s. For Flute-In, Humphrey and company tackle soul, funk, and jazz gems with a light, suave touch. Here I would like to announce my bias for the flute—I fucking love it and wish it appeared more in most musical genres. It’s one of the most effective conduits for sonic calm and beauty, and nothing haters can say about the instrument will sway me.

Anyway, back to Humphrey’s album. It was wise to start with “Ain’t No Sunshine.” Humphrey really brings out the desolate allure of the melody from Bill Withers’ poignant 1971 hit. Bobbi keeps it to a tight 2:30, which suggests that Blue Note also was going for major radio play. Same applies to the rendition of Carole King and Toni Stern’s “It’s Too Late.” Thankfully, Humphrey makes this breezy pop staple exponentially cooler by dint of her mellifluous and deceptively melancholy flute flights. George Devens’ vibes add spine-tingling enticement to this 1971 romantic melodrama, which my sainted late mother loved whenever it came on the radio; for a while, that was every 20 minutes.

Lee Morgan’s 1964 hard bop classic “The Sidewinder” soars into ebullience here, with the man himself playing trumpet, while Humphrey’s gravitas shines brilliantly on the tender, tear-inducing ballad “Sad Bag.” As you can guess, Phil Spector/Jerry Leiber’s “Spanish Harlem” blossoms into a paragon of Latin pop effervescence, an instant mood-elevator, in Humphrey and company’s hands. My favorite cut on Flute-In, “Don’t Knock My Funk” is a slinky, understated funk workout that unexpectedly bears traces of Frank Zappa’s mid-’70s output (thanks especially to vibraphonist Devens), albeit in a less manic manner than the Mothers Of Invention leader’s groups. The LP concludes with “Journey To Morocco,” gracefully undulating jazz hinting at tropical paradise, and the elegant joy-bringer “Set Us Free,” a funky soul jazz number written by the always provocative Eddie Harris, from 1971’s Second Movement LP with Les McCann.

In Jazz Times, critic Michael J. West wrote, “Even more than Hubert Laws, Bobbi Humphrey did for the flute what Roy Ayers did for the vibraphone. That is, she made it a vehicle for dark and dirty funk-soul jazz.” True, but she also brought a delightful lightness to these styles, as Flute-In definitively proves. -Buckley Mayfield

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Flipper “Album—Generic Flipper” (Subterranean, 1982)

Flipper were the low and slow bummer at US hardcore’s “loud fast rules” party. But they were wisecrackers, too, lacing their bracing nihilism with deadpan humor. Their debut album, Album — Generic Flipper, didn’t sell much initially, but it’s gone on to influence loads of bands, including Melvins and Nirvana. And, hey, thee Rick Rubin was a superfan, as well, reissuing this iconoclastic punk classic through his Def American label. Cachet!

Album — Generic Flipper proves the thesis that negativity can vibrate so intensely that it flips over into exhilaration. Thinking that life irredeemably sucks can propel you out of bed and spur you into action—even if it’s as fleeting as punching the sky to “Life Is Cheap,” one of this record’s many highlights. However, the fact that I’m reviewing this cauldron of negation on a sunny, summery day brings a stinging cognitive dissonance. I think Generic is best enjoyed at night during dismal weather. Anyway…

“Ever” casually swaggers into earshot with blasé handclaps and Will Shatter’s bass leading the lethargic charge, as Bruce Loose crankily yells about all the ways life disillusions a punk. “Ever wish the human race didn’t exist/And then realize you’re one too” is shaky grammatically, but the epiphany still scalds. “Life Is Cheap” flaunts one of history’s great descending basslines, worthy of early Swans’ null-and-void wave or Joy Division at their most woebegone. Loose’s voice is shadowed by an obnoxiously high-pitched studio demon, as the godforsaken lyrics make the Sex Pistols’ sound like hollow claptrap. “Feeling so empty and I feel so old/Just waiting to feel the death-like cold” is a harsh toke from San Fransisco dudes in their 20s. There’s nothing very artful about Flipper’s lyrics, but they’re so blunt and bleak, they ascend to the condition of poetry. The thunderous “Shed No Tears” rolls like a slow-motion avalanche of barbed-wire tumbleweeds. Remarkably, something almost like joy creeps in.

“I Saw You Shine” returns to the downward spiral of hopelessness that Swans leveraged on records such as Filth and Cop. Ted Falconi’s cranky guitar entanglements take the lead for a change, and drummer Steve DePace achieves that reverbed slap heard on Joy Division’s Closer—no complaints here. To my twisted ears, “Way Of The World” sounds like it should’ve been a hit, even with its Metal Box -like search-and-destroy bassline, Falconi spraying guitar radiation in 360º, and message of chronic disappointment.

“Life” scans as the LP’s most upbeat, accessible tune, but it’s drenched in sarcasm. “Life is the only thing worth living for” is one of those perfect tautologies that can help you get through the day—but probably not through the night. “Nothing” is not a Fugs cover, but rather a sonic cousin to the insistently pounding cacophony of “Chant” by PiL (them again). The fastest track here, “Living For The Depression” has a driving, Crass-like momentum, so you’re probably gonna love it. With its fantastic, crunchy bassline, sassy sax riff (credited to “Bobby” and “Ward,” whoever they are), and ballistic whistles, “Sex Bomb” is tailor-made for the scuzziest strip joints. Talk about an explosive climax…

Album—Generic Flipper has been my favorite American punk LP since it came out, and nothing has changed that status in the 43 years since. -Buckley Mayfield

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Sly & Robbie “Language Barrier” (Island, 1985)

Formerly ubiquitous drummer Sly Dunbar and bassist Robbie Shakespeare are better known for their session work than for their own releases, and it’s easy to understand why. Jamaica’s best-known rhythm section has forged deep grooves for a panoply of stars both in their native reggae and dub styles as well as in funk, R&B, rock, pop, trip-hop, and jazz modes. A partial litany of collaborators includes Grace Jones, Bob Dylan, Madonna, the Rolling Stones, Sinéad O’Connor, Gilberto Gil, and Tricky, as well as with fellow countrymen Black Uhuru, Sugar Minott, and Peter Tosh, among many others. The Sly & Robbie imprimatur bestowed quality on records and in concerts for decades in multifarious contexts, until the latter’s 2021 death.

Among the duo’s own albums, 1985’s Language Barrier stands as one of the most interesting. Produced by Material bassist Bill Laswell, Language Barrier boasts a large, varied cast of musicians: Wally Badarou, Bernie Worrell, Herbie Hancock, Dylan, Manu Dibango, and Afrika Bambaataa, among others. Distinguished company! Laswell had the best Rolodex in the biz in the ’80s and ’90s.

Anyone expecting trad reggae or dub on Language Barrier will be disappointed. That’s not how Sly & Robbie—and Laswell—rolled in those days. Opener “Make ‘Em Move” telegraphs the dominant approach with prowling electro-funk in the realm of Herbie Hancock’s “Rockit” and Art Of Noise’s “Close (To The Edit),” but with militant alpha-male vocals by either Bernard Fowler or Bambaataa. Featuring Dylan on harmonica, “No Name On The Bullet” is bulky electro-funk that veers into Mark Stewart & The Maffia territory. It’s very much a product of ’80s studio aesthetics, with its clunky drum effects and blaring digital synth smears.

“Bass And Trouble” would segue well into Bambaataa & Soulsonic Force’s “Looking For The Perfect Beat” or, indeed, Hancock’s “Rockit” (that again). Explosive and dynamic as hell, with highlight-reel sax by Dibango and a searing guitar solo by one of the five axemen on the record, “Bass And Trouble” is a definite standout. The album’s most uptempo number, “Get To This, Get To That,” percolates like a quasi-techno jam, with soulful singing by Fowler.

The main attraction, though, is the radical interpretation of Miles Davis’ five-dimensional brain-fryer, “Black Satin,” from his greatest album, On The Corner. Sly & Robbie delete the electric sitar- and tabla-laced intro and the main motif seems to be created here with a strange synth setting that almost sounds like a kazoo—a bold choice. But, unsurprisingly, Dunbar can’t match Jack DeJohnette’s nimble athleticism and mind-boggling complexity on the drums, so instead Sly keeps a neck-snapping 4/4 while Shakespeare repeats Michael Henderson’s probing bass line like an automaton—not a complaint! Laswell crams the stereo field with odd activity, but it’s a more ’80s-style array of disorienting tics and gestures. Whatever the case, it took guts to cover such an innovative track by a genius, and I’m here for it.

Language Barrier definitely has a dated quality, but with Sly & Robbie near their peak and backed by such a high-powered crew, it belongs in your collection. -Buckley Mayfield

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Poco “Poco” (Epic, 1970)

For decades I avoided Poco records because I thought they were the epitome of bland, soft country rock. I’m not even sure how I came to that conclusion, as two members—Richie Furay and Jim Messina—played with Buffalo Springfield, whom I dig. Sometimes you just formulate rigid dogmas based on no or little evidence. It’s a bad habit. Then I remembered being plagued by Poco’s gooey 1978 radio hit “Crazy Love,” and likely had scorned them based one that one song. We didn’t have YouTube or streaming services in the 20th century, so one could, if so inclined, hold ignorant grudges against musicians for years on end.

But in the late 2010s, after hearing someone I respect praise their early albums, I decided to take a chance on Poco’s self-titled LP because, what the fuck, it was a buck. And, man, am I glad I did. Sure, it gets a bit maudlin here and there—especially on the cover of Dallas Frazier/George Jones’ “Honky Tonk Downstairs.” But there’s also some residual Springfield melodiousness here, some Sweetheart Of The Rodeo and Michael Nesmith’s First National Band mojo, and some Neil Young-like guitar shredding by Messina and Furay.

The Furay composition “Hurry Up (Now Tell Me)” opens Poco with the sort of deceptively funky country rock that you sometimes hear on Steven Stills’ solo records. Replete with imaginatively arranged vocal harmonies, this song grooves harder than you’d expect from a bunch of honkies with a pedal steel (wielded by Rusty Young). And Messina’s surprisingly tough guitar solo would make Neil’s sideburns roll up and down. Jim comes in hot with “You Better Think Twice,” an uptempo country-rock breezer with punchy rhythms that should’ve been a hit. Sad to say, Poco garnered zero chart action. “Keep On Believin'”—which Furay and bassist Timothy Schmit wrote—is a rousing rocker overflowing with feel-good energy, bespangled with Young’s radiant dobro solo.

I was ready to write off the sentimental ballad “Anyway Bye Bye,” but it unexpectedly goes bombastic, so respect is due for subverting tropes. The baroque country rocker “Don’t Let It Pass By” flirts with prog complexity, proving again that Poco couldn’t be too easily pigeonholed.

That realization bursts into vivid truth on “Nobody’s Fool/El Tonto De Nadie, Regresa.” Written by the entire band, it starts in funky, blues-rock/slow-burner mode, as Poco ease out of their comfort zone. What sounds like a flamboyant organ solo but is actually Young’s pedal steel run through a Leslie speaker enlivens things. About four minutes in, though, Grantham gets methodically funky on the drums and someone (fab guest percussionist Milt Holland, probably) goes off on cowbell and shaker, as Poco begin to sound like Medeski Martin & Wood, 21 years before the fact. A few minutes later, a serious percussion jam commences that would impress early-’70s Santana. The piece eventually heads into a heady conflagration that sounds like Traffic jamming with Traffic Sound, climaxing with a wild, squealing guitar solo. With that, we’re miles beyond any quaint, cozy notions of trad country-rock conformity, thankfully. Poco earn every second of this 18:25 magnum opus.

For “Nobody’s Fool/El Tonto De Nadie, Regresa” alone, the bargain-bin staple Poco is worth your undivided attention. I’m sorry I waited so long to get familiar with this transportive epic. -Buckley Mayfield

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Akido “Akido” (Mercury, 1972)

Like Jive Time faves Cymande and Osibisa, Akido were a multinational group of Black musicians who were based in England in the 1970s and who made fantastic music. But Akido are much more obscure than those non-mainstream bands, mainly because they only cut one album, Akido, and on top of that, it has remained oop on vinyl since its original release year, 1972. Maybe this review will spur some enterprising label to reissue this wonderful record, he said quixotically…

The strangest fact about Akido is that Small Faces/Faces bassist Ronnie Lane produced it. That likely came about because Akido’s Ghanaian percussionist Speedy Acquaye had played with Lane on Small Faces and Faces sessions. (Acquaye also contributed to records by Rod Stewart, Ginger Baker’s Air Force, Rolling Stones, Third World War, and John Martyn, among others.) Though Speedy had connections to rock royalty, Akido themselves did not rock like those cats. Rather, they—including Nigerian Biddy Wright (bass, vocals), Jamaican Jeff Whitaker (congas), and British Peter Andrews (guitar)—flitted among psychedelia, funk, jazz, Afrobeat, and other African musics. And they did so spectacularly.

Album opener “Awade (We Have Come)” will sound familiar to anyone who’s heard Kruder & Dorfmeister’s “Deep Shit,” as those German producers sampled the song’s female/male African chants. “Awade” uses urgent hand drums, nimbly bobbing bass, and a brain-twisting guitar solo to forge a hard-charging spiritual jazz burner that’ll make you sweat out all of your impurities—yes, even yours. “Midnight Lady” is a lean, slashing, psychedelic groover that would segue well into Shocking Blue‘s “Love Machine.”

The bustling Afrobeat cut “Jo Jo Lo (Delicate Beauty)” would leave Fela Kuti’s Africa 70 breathless with its highly percussive shuffle; Speedy definitely earns his name here. Similarly, “Wajo (Come And Dance)” deploys heavy double-time slaps on the tom-toms, soulful vocals by uncredited women singers, and scalding, Peter Green-like guitar slashes in order to get hips shaking, butts wiggling, arms pumping, heads bobbing, etc. The intensely chugging funk heater “Blow” packs the rhythmic wallop of Babatunde Olatunji with the guitar attack of Phil Upchurch at his most aggressive. No need for singing here; just let the instrumentalists cook. “Confusion,” the album’s most rugged rocker, sounds like Santana on dexies.

Akido peaks on “Psychedelic Baby,” an insanely catchy psych-pop dancer that I plan to spin in as many DJ gigs as possible for the rest of my life. This obviously should’ve been the LP’s hit single, but because the music biz’s gatekeepers are, as the British like to say, “thick as a brick,” that didn’t transpire. Gotta say, there’s something utterly enchanting about Africans singing in English, and that element just adds luster to this classic. “Happy Song” is basically a funkier variation on the “Psychedelic Baby” theme, and therefore a winsome gem that’ll make you forget most of your worries—a major feat in 2025. -Buckley Mayfield

Located in Seattle’s Fremont neighborhood, Jive Time is always looking to buy your unwanted records (provided they are in good condition) or offer credit for trade. We also buy record collections.

Area Code 615 “Trip In The Country” (Polydor, 1970)

Area Code 615 are best known—if they’re known at all—for their track “Stone Fox Chase” being the theme to the progressive UK music show The Old Grey Whistle Test. But more importantly, these session musicians were Nashville’s answer to the Wrecking Crew or the Funk Brothers. Yeah, they were on that level. Some members played on Bob Dylan’s Blonde On Blonde and Nashville Skyline, some on Neil Young’s Harvest, some on Linda Ronstadt’s Silk Purse. Some were also members of the estimable Barefoot Jerry. The point is, Area Code 615 labored in service to other people’s commercial visions in order to make a living, but on the side, they demonstrated their own lofty creative ambitions. Trip In The Country—their second and final album—represents the zenith of their formidable talents

If Area Code 615 had a leader, it was guitarist Mac Gayden, who sadly passed away on April 16. The rest of the lineup consisted of Charlie McCoy (harmonica), Weldon Myrick (steel guitar), Kenny Buttrey (drums), Bobby Thompson (banjo), Wayne Moss (guitars), Buddy Spicher (fiddle), Norbert Putnam (bass), and David Briggs (piano). Studs, all.

Their distinctive skills slap you upside the head immediately with “Scotland,” as Thompson’s banjo and Spicher’s fiddle bring an Appalachian-hoedown feel to what is essentially a deep funk cut. That sort of unlikely hybrid makes for damned interesting listening, friends. Late in the song, the band breaks into a homage to Sam & Dave’s “Hold On I’m Coming”—just because. “Russian Red” is a rambling tune with jangly guitars that predate the sound of R.E.M.’s Fables Of The Reconstruction by 15 years, while “Gray Suit Men” is a country-rock barn-burner that wouldn’t sound out of place on Jan Hammer and Jerry Goodman’s Like Children. In a similar vein is “Katy Hill,” whose rambunctious, fiddle-heavy rock boasts a killer, plunging bassline by Putnam.

If you want some definitive progressive country rock (not an oxymoron), check out “Welephant Walk.” The ebullient instrumental “Sligo” stands as the funkiest song on the album, and it ought to appear on the next volume of Light In The Attic’s illuminating Country Funk series. One of their absolute peaks, “Devil Weed And Me (Buffalo Herd)” is full of surprising dynamics and changes, even getting heavy-metal-ish in spots, with a riff that would make Deep Purple green with envy.

The album’s highlight, unsurprisingly, comes on “Stone Fox Chase.” This is perhaps the most advanced fusion of country, funk, and psych-rock ever waxed. The panoply of percussive timbres alone launches this track into the pantheon. I love to play “Stone Fox Chase” in DJ sets in order to see people’s WTF? expressions as it goes through its shocking permutations.

It’s kind of wild that Trip In The Country vinyl has been oop in the US for 55 years. Even though used copies are not terribly scarce, we could use a nice deluxe reissue with liner notes… which—just putting this out there—I would love to write. -Buckley Mayfield

Located in Seattle’s Fremont neighborhood, Jive Time is always looking to buy your unwanted records (provided they are in good condition) or offer credit for trade. We also buy record collections.

Gloria Jones “Vixen” (1976, EMI)

Revered in the UK as the “Queen of Northern Soul,” American R&B singer Gloria Jones is probably best known for her 1965 hit “Tainted Love,” which was written by Ed Cobb. (Synth-oriented British groups Soft Cell and Coil later covered it in drastically different and interesting styles.) “Tainted Love” is an all-time classic that Jones redid on her third album, 1976’s Vixen, on which the diva adapted to the disco craze that was overtaking the music industry in the mid ’70s. Not as fleet as Jones’ original version, this one bears a beefier rhythm section for the stringent demands of disco-club requirements. It’s an interesting twist on a classic, but the OG version still rules over it.

The follow-up to Share My Love, her solid 1973 soul album for Motown, Vixen carries some traces of Jones’ Northern soul past in the artful backing vocal arrangements. She was a throaty belter in the Tina Turner/Marva Whitney vein, a style that translated well to the disco and glam song structures on display in Vixen. Gloria’s lover at the time, Marc Bolan, wrote/cowrote several songs and produced the LP with Ms. Jones. (Before cutting Vixen, she had sung backing vocals and played clavinet with T. Rex in the mid ’70s. Tragically, Jones was at the wheel in the London car crash that took Bolan’s life in 1977.)

Now, if you’re a Bolan completist, you need this record. That being said, Marc wasn’t at his best here. Cowritten with Jones, “High” is a stilted, glammy ballad on which Jones emotes mightily, but her vocal prowess can’t lift the song out of mediocrity. Bolan tries his hand at sleazy, orchestral disco with only moderate success on “Drive Me Crazy (Disco Lady).” “Sailors Of The Highway” is a sweeping ballad that almost tilts into facetious Tenacious D territory. Better are “Tell Me Now,” which has the celebratory air of the Faces and the orchestral melodic flair of T. Rex, and “Cry Baby,” a maximal glam-disco mash-up with wild string arrangements, sitar, and hand percussion.

Perhaps not surprisingly, Vixen peaks with the two takes on “Get It On.” “(Part 1)” is an exorbitantly AMPED, disco-fied cover of T. Rex’s only US hit. The tempo’s increased while a wickedly warped synth pulsates through the familiar machinations, and Jones sings like her paramour just promised her the strongest orgasm of her life. It’s so over the top, it’s kind of funny. “(Part 2)” is a much slower rendition that takes the famous tune to a XXX porn set, replete with fried, wah-wah’d guitar squawks and filthily funky beats. Again, it’s absurdly excessive, and all the better for it.

Parlophone reissued Vixen on Record Store Day 2025, so copies should be relatively affordable and easy to find. -Buckley Mayfield

Located in Seattle’s Fremont neighborhood, Jive Time is always looking to buy your unwanted records (provided they are in good condition) or offer credit for trade. We also buy record collections.