Soul, Funk and Disco

The Young-Holt Unlimited “The Beat Goes On” (Brunswick, 1967)

Members of the Brunswick Records house band, Chicago jazz musicians Eldee Young and Isaac “Redd” Holt are best known for their joyous, self-explanatory 1968 hit “Soulful Strut.” Both played with keyboardist Ramsey Lewis for many years and contributed to the leader’s Grammy-winning 1965 LP, The In Crowd. Like Lewis, bassist/cellist/vocalist Young and drummer Holt are excellent soul-jazz players who could snazzily and ingeniously interpret R&B, funk and rock hits of their day, mostly sans singers.

With keyboardist Hysear Don Walker and arranger Sonny Sanders also in tow, The Beat Goes On is a wonderful album that’s split between originals and covers. The former are cool, if not as spectacular as the covers. The best include “Doin’ The Thing,” whose buoyant soul jazz sophisticated folks likely played to get themselves pumped before a night on the town, and the libidinous, soul-jazz party-starter, “Dig Her Walk.”

Paradoxically, the covers are where the real inventiveness occurs. Damn near everybody was covering Sonny & Cher‘s 1966 hit, so why shouldn’t these elegant gents give “The Beat Goes On” a go? Y-HU’s version sounds like what you’d expect from Ramsey Lewis’ band mates: They suavely jazz up the original and take liberties with the melody and basically make it their own. On the Antonio Carlos Jobim/Norman Gimble/Vinicius DeMoraes standard “How Insensitive (Insensatez),” they stretch out for a lovely bossa nova ballad. For “Listen Here,” the group really lean in to Eddie Harris‘ phenomenal jazz-funk groove, obsessively elaborating on it until it becomes a manic mantra. The LP peaks on “Good Vibrations.” On what is probably the most inventive Beach Boys cover, Young-Holt Unlimited transform the psych-pop classic into a low-slung, soul-jazz burner with a radical rhythmic makeover (including a massive gong hit) and proggy, pulsating organ flamboyancy, and scat singing. I’d love to know what cowriter Mike Love thinks about this extraordinary interpretation, other than noting that he enjoys the royalty checks.

The UK label Demon reissued The Beat Goes On in 2021, so it shouldn’t be too hard to find or pricey. -Buckley Mayfield

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The Meters “Rejuvenation” (Reprise, 1974)

After blueprinting the minimalist funk style that triggered hundreds of hip-hop samples on their self-titled debut album, New Orleans foursome the Meters laid down a heavier, busier brand of funk five years later on their consensus late-career peak, Rejuvenation.

Produced by the sainted Allen Toussaint, who also arranged horns, Rejuvenation finds the Meters refining and beefing up their funk to the more stringent demands of mid-’70s ears and butts. The starkly funky “People Say”—which has been sampled 25 times—sets the tone with Leo Nocentelli’s chicken-scratch guitar, George Porter Jr.’s thrusting bass, and Ziggy Modeliste’s precise, deceptively complex beats. And while Art Neville sings with adequate power and soulfulness, I still think that the Meters truly excel as a strictly instrumental unit. Whatever the case, the Meters sound lean and muscular in their second prime.

Covered by Joe Cocker, the gospel-tinged soul ballad “Love Is For Me” is not the Meters’ forte, but they acquit themselves well here nonetheless. In a somewhat similar lane, “Loving You Is On My Mind” is lush R&B that angles hard for radio play. To put it bluntly, this is not what I come to the Meters for. Rather, it’s for classics such as “Just Kissed My Baby,” merely one of the funkiest pieces of music humanity’s ever laid down. No wonder it’s been sampled about 70 times, including by Public Enemy, EPMD, Mobb Deep, and Dream Warriors. Porter’s bass and Nocentelli’s guitar generate so much lubricious friction, as Neville boasts, “I feel like a king, yeah, ’cause I just kissed my baby.” Speaking of babies, many of them were probably conceived to this scorcher.

If you dig gritty funk in the War and Mandrill vein, “What’cha Say” will satisfy, with some of the Meters’ most intricate in and interesting vocal arrangements. Even better is “Jungle Man,” sick dub-leaning funk that sounds like Jimmy Castor Bunch jamming with Sly & Robbie. The segue into “Hey Pocky A-way,” with its humid and wonderfully slack rhythm, is perfect. This is exemplary New Orleans funk, verging on a “Bo Diddley in dub” effect. Nocentelli gets off some wily rock-star guitar solos on “It Ain’t No Use,” nearly 12 minutes of mellifluous, funky R&B in the Isley Brothers vein. Rejuvenation ends with “Africa,” a torqued, tense funk workout that not even the Red Hot Chili Peppers—who covered it on Freaky Styley—could ruin.

While subsequent releases such as Fire On The Bayou and New Directions had occasional flashes of brilliance, Rejuvenation remains the last great Meters record and a milestone of mid-’70s funk—as well as a wellspring of hip-hop source material. -Buckley Mayfield

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Billy Cobham “Spectrum” (Atlantic, 1973)

Mahavishnu Orchestra drummer Billy Cobham’s Spectrum is one of the greatest debut solo albums ever. It peaked at #26 on the Billboard albums chart, which tells you how sophisticated listening audiences were in 1973-74. However, not so sophisticated was the opinion of self-proclaimed “Dean of Rock Critics,” Robert Christgau, who called Spectrum “slick, gimmicky, and one-dimensional” in his Consumer Guide column in the Village Voice. Right then, he should’ve been ejected from the academy. Anyway…

Recorded in a couple of days, with all of the tracks completed in one or two takes, Spectrum features the innovative Jan Hammer on Moog synth and electric and acoustic piano and James Gang/Deep Purple guitarist Tommy Bolin scorching the stereo field on several tracks. On opener “Quadrant 4,” everyone’s off the blocks like Olympic 100-meter sprinters. Bolin’s in hyper-intricate, amphetamine-fueled typist mode, with hammer ons galore, Jan Hammer’s generating crazily warped emissions, Cobham’s at his speedy and powerful best, and bassist Lee Sklar’s pumping out the roiling undercurrent. Holy shit, “Quadrant 4” is the fusion burner against which all fusion burners must be measured! Sorry, Mahavishnu Orchestra, Tony Williams Lifetime, and Return To Forever.

The title track’s fluttery fusion that possesses an Airto/Flora Purim brand of jittery elegance. Joe Farrell’s soaring soprano sax solo lifts this to lofty heights while Jimmy Owens’ flugelhorn solo adds graceful melodic beauty. Ron Carter’s acoustic bass and Ray Barretto’s congas further class up the joint. Another standout is the very bullish “Taurian Matador,” in which Bolin broke his high E string during a solo while making his instrument squeal in weird tongues and Hammer frazzles nerves with his mad synth ripples.

Side two peaks with the nearly 10-minute “Stratus,” which Massive Attack famously sampled for “Safe From Harm.” A spacey intro leads into a Hammer tour de force of turbulent synth percolations as Cobham gives his entire kit an artful tattooing. Three minutes in, Sklar’s famous bass throb enters and the cooking intensifies to a simmering ominousness. Once more, Bolin asserts himself as a guitar hero for the ages, as if he were trying to out John McLaughlin John McLaughlin. Sklar thumbs out muscular Holger Czukay-like bass cable while Cobham adds athletic fills to his steady proto-trip-hop beats. “Stratus” thoroughly debunks the common belief that fusion isn’t sexy. With John Tropea providing easy-going comping on guitar and Hammer getting floridly sinuous on synth, “Le Lis” finesses some Elysian beach jazz of exquisite mellowness and pulchritude. Sweet relief!

“Snoopy’s Search” finds Hammer going HAM on Moog, which leads into “Red Baron,” a slice of subliminal jazz-funk hipness that’s become a fertile source of hip-hop and trip-hop samples for artists such as Common, Compton’s Most Wanted, Material, and DJ Food. The track’s rhythm has a rolling inevitability that demands repeat plays. In the head-nod hall of fame, “Red Baron” makes you feel 83% cooler than you actually are.

Odds are, a pretty good a decent copy of Spectrum‘s sitting in a bargain bin near you. It remains one of the top examples of cheap heat on the planet. -Buckley Mayfield

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Afrique “Soul Makossa” (Mainstream, 1973)

Afrique were a one-and-done instrumental super group of session cats whose sole album is a mildly eclectic funk classic that’s become a sample gold mine. The band’s best-known names are Chuck Rainey (bass), King Errisson (percussion), Paul Humphrey (percussion), and David T. Walker (guitar). For Soul Makossa, they divided the album sides into covers and originals; the latter were written by Richard Fritz, a composer who had strong associations with Afrique organist Charles Kynard and Blue Mitchell.

Side 1’s full of excellent interpretations of R&B, pop, funk, and African tunes of varying notoriety. You really can’t go wrong by opening your album with one of the ultimate party jams, Cameroonian saxophonist Manu Dibango‘s Afro-funk flame-thrower “Soul Makossa.” Maybe you’ve heard it interpolated into Michael Jackson‘s “Wanna Be Startin’ Somethin’” and/or Will Smith’s “Gettin’ Jiggy Wit It,” but it’s best when actual superior musicians take a crack at it, as Afrique do here. Manu had to be happy about this rendition, and not just because of the royalties. Afrique’s “Kissing My Love” might be funkier than Bill Withers‘ original, which was one of the late, great musician’s funkiest cuts. The wah-wah guitar calligraphy here is outrageously expressive and Kynard’s organ tone flows somewhere between Billy Preston and Tonto’s Expanding Head Band‘s Robert Margouleff’s. And that’s a great place to flow, y’all.

Santo & Johnny’s “Sleepwalk” is a paragon of woozy, dreamy balladry, and Afrique give it a sweet, subdued treatment, highlighted by Walker or Arthur Wright’s chikka-wakka guitar and Steve Kravitiz’s purring baritone sax. Written by Frank Brunson of the People’s Choice, “Let Me Do My Thing” is a high-steppin’ R&B number with yet more wah-wah guitar embroidery, which kind of sounds like walk-on music for contestants of the ’60s TV show The Dating Game (yes, I’m old). The title “Slow Motion” is a misnomer, because this Kenny Gamble/Leon Huff joint twitches with alacrity, similar to Lightnin’ Rod’s “Sport.” It’s hip, lean blaxploitation-flick funk with uplifting horn flourishes.

Side 2 begins auspiciously with “Hot Mud,” as Kynard gets off some sick, warped organ riffs and solos in this low-key funk bubbler, which also boasts a phenomenally serpentine guitar solo by Walker (or is it Wright?). The methodical and funky as hell “House Of Rising Funk” has unsurprisingly become a big sample source. Whosampled lists 54 examples of such borrowing, with artists as disparate as Meat Beat Manifesto, Neneh Cherry, N.W.A., Four Tet, and DJ Q-Bert doing the deed. As for “Dueling Guitars,” gosh almighty, this is nasty, hot-roddin’ funk with the 12-string fireworks promised in the title. The LP’s last two songs, “Hot Doggin’” and “Get It” are middling rhythm & blues jaunts, but the playing is uniformly spectacular.

There are some recent vinyl reissues of this crate-diggers classic floating around, but they’re not very common in the wild. Seems like most people who own Soul Makossa have the good sense not to let go of it. Get to hunting. -Buckley Mayfield

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Ginger Baker “Horses And Trees” (Celluloid, 1986)

If you think you really know master drummer Ginger Baker, listening to Horses And Trees may change your impression of his music. Produced by Bill Laswell, Horses And Trees sounds more like a 1980s Laswell joint than it does anything by Cream, Blind Faith, Ginger Baker’s Air Force, or his collabs with Afrobeat pioneer Fela Kuti. And that’s more than okay, because the NYC bassist and producer extraordinaire had one of the coolest Rolodexes in the biz in that decade and an ability to conceptualize albums that enabled veteran stars to escape their comfort zones and create fresh work.

Baker was on of a mini creative roll in the ’80s; on top of the excellent Horses And Trees, he played on four tracks on PiL’s Album and cut a rugged, noisy freakout with guitarist Sonny Sharrock and saxophonist Peter Brötzmann on 1987’s No Material, and 1989’s global beatfest Middle Passage. The band Laswell enlisted for Horses And Trees included Bernie Worrell (organ), Naná Vasconcelos (berimbau, cuica, voice, shaker), L. Shankar (violin), Aïyb Dieng (chatan, talking drum, bells), and Nicky Skopelitis (6- and 12-string guitar). You can’t lose with these cats.

On opener “Interlock,” Baker’s drums pack the same massive if somewhat stilted punch that they did on PiL‘s Album. Skopelitis slashes triumphant power chords while Worrell generates thrilling whirs and drones in this oblong, pantheistic funk juggernaut. Foday Musa Suso’s beautiful, wistful dousongonni motif twangs over Baker’s lumbering beats on “Dust To Dust” on a piece that evokes the sundown, melancholy air of Daniel Lanois or Ry Cooder ca. Paris, Texas. The only track here to feature turntablist D.ST. (who famously performed on Herbie Hancock’s “Rockit”), “Satou” is a weird shuffler featuring Vasconcelos scatting on the mic like Urszula Dudziak‘s in restrained scat mode while Sosa’s kalimba and nyanyer (a West African one-stringed fiddle) add tantalizing textures.

“Mountain Time” is a deeply funky percussion orgy boasting the album’s heaviest, most thuggish beats. Here, it’s just Baker wailing on drums, Dieng going to town on talking drum and chatan, and Daniel Ponce tapping the bells. “Makuta”’s a humid, bubbling tune with a strange aura, thanks to Sosa’s kora and nyanyer playing and Vasconcelos’ cuica. The LP peaks on “Uncut,” an uptempo ethno-funk banger that could almost work in a house-music set. Sosa’s dousongonni, Dieng’s talking drum, Ponce’s bata, and L. Shankar’s violin lend exotic timbres. Worrell and Shankar go hard and florid on organ and violin, respectively, elevating the track to an exalted level. Best is “Uncut,” an uptempo ethno-funk banger that could almost work in a house-music set. Sosa’s dousongonni, Dieng’s talking drum, and Ponce’s batá lend exotic timbres while Worrell and Shankar go hard and florid on organ and violin, respectively, elevating the track to an exalted level.

As with most Laswell-produced records, Horses And Trees bears his personality and quirks more than it does Ginger Baker’s. But in this case, that’s a good thing, and Horses And Trees stands as a brilliant anomaly in the master drummer’s catalog. -Buckley Mayfield

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Dexter Wansel “Life On Mars” (Philadelphia International, 1976)

Respect is due to Dexter Wansel, the Philadelphia musician/producer who passed away on May 31 at age 75, for, among many other feats, his vastly influential debut album, Life On Mars. He’d made his name as an in-demand session keyboardist at Sigma Sound Studios for artists such as the O’Jays, Yellow Sunshine, MFSB, and Billy Paul. Wansel also had played with Stanley Clarke, the Jacksons, and Grover Washington Jr. After signing with Philadelphia International Records as an in-house arranger, producer, and composer, Dexter launched his auspicious solo career, making a huge splash with Life On Mars.

Inspired by David Bowie‘s “Life On Mars?” this record stands as Wansel’s peak. It’s an outward-bound jazz-funk opus that can hold its own with Herbie Hancock and Lenny White‘s contemporaneous releases. “A Prophet Named K.G.” kicks off the record with brash, brassy cop-show jazz-funk that would make Quincy Jones do a double take. Similarly cinematic is “Stargazer,” a sweeping, aerodynamic theme for an imaginary TV sci-fi series that may remind some of the breathless one for The Jetsons cartoon. The title track’s glimmering ambient intro gradually gives way to an elegant strut into galactic funk. Derrick Graves’ probing bass line and the backing corona of vocals by Carla Benson, Barbara Ingram, and Evette Benton elevate this jam to even greater heights. When Wansel goes wild on the ARP 2600, it truly separates the astronauts from the earthbound.

As its title suggests, “You Can Be What You Wanna Be” is a supremely earnest self-esteem-booster in the form of the bubbly jazz-funk bangers found on Hancock’s Thrust and Man-Child. Wansel sings in falsetto, which isn’t optimal, but the fantastic drum and congas break compensates for that. Wansel’s best-known song, “Theme From The Planets,” begins with one of the most sampled drum breaks ever (shout out to drummer Darryl Brown and percussionists Joe Johnson and Charles Collins), with over 300 documented on WhoSampled. Then Wansel’s wickedly sensual and sinuous synth motif intertwines with Bobby Malach’s smoky sax and the song lifts off for distant interstellar realms. Soooo smoooooth. “Rings Of Saturn” is an ideal LP-closer, a swirling, valedictorian space-jazz meditation that sends you to the exit signs with a deep sense of poignancy. A couple of oleaginous R&B ballads kill the momentum, but overall, Life On Mars is a thrilling journey that’s as sophisticated as it is thrilling. -Buckley Mayfield

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Cher “3614 Jackson Highway” (ATCO, 1969)

[After we reviewed Sonny Bono’s Inner Views in May, it seemed only right and natural to write about a Cher album soon after.]

I love it when an artist’s outlier album is their best. Another case in point: Cher’s sixth LP, 3614 Jackson Highway, recorded at the Alabama studio bearing that address, Muscle Shoals. This is Cher’s Dusty In Memphis, a kind of gritty Southern soul/funk outing that deviated from her usual output. Produced by Jerry Wexler, Arif Mardin, and Tom Dowd, 3614 Jackson Highway was a critical success and consensus Cher favorite among true heads, but the album only peaked at #160 on the Billboard chart. Oh well…

For this career peak, producer Jerry Wexler enlisted the same Muscle Shoals musicians who supported Aretha Franklin, Wilson Pickett, Solomon Burke, and others to provide Cher with a new framework in which to flex her superb singing on an interesting batch of other people’s compositions. Coproducer Arif Mardin’s orchestrations are rich and at times syrupy, but they don’t obscure the crack group, which includes lead guitarist Jimmy Johnson, bassist David Hood, drummer Roger Hawkins, keyboardist Barry Beckett, guitarist Eddie Hinton, and backing vocalist/future Grateful Dead member Donna Godchaux (née Thatcher).

Cher sounds like she’s in her element here. She’s always had a knack for grandstanding on large-hearted/robust-lunged ballads, but she also reveals her skill with subtler material, including three covers of Nashville Skyline tracks, which had only come out two months earlier in ’69. Younger fans of Cher’s later glossy pop records might be shocked to learn about the intensity of her Bob Dylan love, which spanned over several records. Changing the title to “Lay Baby Lay,” Cher showed her outsized adoration for this lewd, louche Dylan ditty, and as a huge fan of “Lay Lady Lay,” I can only approve of her faithful cover. A spare and funky “Tonight I’ll Be Staying Here With You” and a sweet, gospel-tinged “I Threw It All Away” also appear.

3614 Jackson Street brilliantly kicks off with a great rendering of the Buffalo Springfield all-timer, “For What It’s Worth.” The song’s animated by slide guitar accents, ghostly backing “ooh”s, and drums that slap hard, even if they aren’t as funky as those on Sérgio Mendes‘ version, but it’s the jaw harp twangs that lift this into rarefied territory. In a bold move, Wexler instructed Cher take a crack at Otis Redding and Steve Cropper’s Stax classic “(Sittin’ On) The Dock Of The Bay.” Sure, the OG is unsurpassable, but Ms. Sarkisian’s is a really nice, smooth, and soulful take. Even her voice breaking on it sounds right. Plus, these Southern boys have a natural feel for the material. That same brashness applies to “I Walk On Guilded Splinters.” It must have felt daunting to tackle Dr. John’s sinister swamp-funk totem; nobody will ever top the diabolical original, but Cher and company acquit themselves with panache. And Box Tops fans will be interested to hear Cher’s slowed-down and jazzed-up version of “Cry Like A Baby.”

3614 Jackson Street remains a cheap-heat staple in the used vinyl bins. If you can only own one Cher album, this is it. -Buckley Mayfield

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The Politicians “The Politicians Featuring McKinley Jackson” (Hot Wax, 1972)

Based in Detroit, the Politicians’ members were the equivalent to Motown’s Funk Brothers, but for the Hot Wax and Invictus labels. Though the Politicians recorded only one album, it contained enough heat for three. Led by trombonist/composer/producer/arranger McKinley Jackson, the group included Melvin Griff (piano, saxophone), “Peanut” Roderick Chandler (bass, saxophone), Z. Slater (drums, percussion), and “Clay” Clarence Robinson (organ, trumpet). As a DJ, I’ve found The Politicians Featuring McKinley Jackson to be a treasure trove of brash and soulful funk. On the evidence of this sole release, Jackson deserves to be much better known.

The album kicks off with “Psycha-Soula-Funkadelic” which Jackson and Griffin wrote with the great Ruth Copeland (reviewed here earlier this month); it’s a peak-time scorcher that encompasses the styles in its title. “The World We Live In” is a stealthy psychedelic funk bomb that sashays at the “It’s Your Thing” tempo. A crazy, modulated whistling sound coursing through the whole song sounds like a Theremin (or Minnie Riperton) in the throes of ecstasy; it really sets this tune apart from nearly everything in the funk canon. The coolness keeps on coming with “Church,” whose nonchalant funk with clavinet and what sounds like a celesta has serious uplifting potential.

Our old buddies Holland-Dozier-Holland—long free from Motown’s strictures—make their greatness felt on “Free Your Mind,” which isn’t as heavy as Funkadelic nor as tight as the Meters, but it vibrates in a nice, laid-back vein that’s ideal for low-key summer hangs. A hit for fellow Detroit soul unit 100 Proof Aged In Soul, “Everything Good Is Bad” boasts a fantastically moving melody with unison soulful male/female vocals. Flute, strings, and Southern-friend guitar calligraphy also elevate this song, of which I never tire.

Things slow down and get a bit mushy on side 2, but it does have the LP’s peak, “Funky Toes.” Featuring one of the most distinctive clavinet riffs I’ve ever heard (and I’ve heard a lot), this cut is as filthy as anything that Funkadelic or Kool And The Gang were laying down in 1972. No wonder DJ Spooky sampled it for his ill trip-hop classic, “Galactic Funk.” “Close Your Big Mouth,” a Jackson-Slater cowrite, is the sort of poised, celebratory jam that’s a perfect send-off for this party platter.

UK label Demon reissued The Politicians Featuring McKinley Jackson on vinyl in 2019; the Japanese label Solid re-released it in 2018. It’s not an easy pull, but it’s well worth putting in the effort to score one. -Buckley Mayfield

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Niagara “Niagara” (United Artists, 1970)

Led by the prolific German drummer/library-music composer Klaus Weiss, Niagara were a showcase for him and his fellow drummer/percussionist mates to go beat crazy in the studio. On their debut LP, Niagara erected two sidelong jams that undulate and mutate with spontaneous-seeming invention, but knowing Weiss, they were likely precisely composed. This record may change haters’ bias against drum solos, as there are many phenomenal ones transpiring throughout Niagara‘s 40 minutes.

“Sangandongo” is a 19-minute percussion seminar presented by some of the most fluent players in the world. An international cast of musicians accompanied Weiss: England’s Keith Forsey (drums, cymbals, percussion; Amon Düül II, Klaus Doldinger‘s Motherhood, Giorgio Moroder’s Munich Machine), America’s Cotch Blackmon (conga, percussion), Venezuela’s Juan Romero (cowbell, maracas), and Germany’s Udo Lindenberg (drums, timbales, percussion; Klaus Doldinger’s Motherhood). There’s enough time on “Sangandongo” for Niagara to lean on repetition and variation and phasing to drive home the track’s many pleasures. Think the Incredible Bongo Band, but blown out to epic proportions. At 8:30, things get unbelievably funky; it’s amazing what tambourines and cowbell in the right hands can do to enhance a track. “Sangandongo” is a mind-boggling odyssey of delectable rhythms, unusual timbres, and shifting dynamics—telepathic genius on the level of Can.

The nearly 21-minute “Malanga” starts in a more understated manner than “Sangandongo,” with much intense cymbal work building tension. But gradually the snares begin to punch harder, the rhythms become more emphatic, the bass-drum booms magnify. Later, manic cowbell, panning cymbals, and weirdly FXed congas create a disorienting soundfloor. As it progresses, “Malanga” morphs into a stunning force of nature, a stormy weather system to which you can dance… albeit oddly.

Everland reissued Niagara in 2022, and that same year they collected all three Niagara albums in a lavish boxed set. S.U.B. (1972) is essentially the funkiest library-music album you’ve never heard, just absurdly danceable and soul-jazzy stuff to trigger ultimate hedonism in those receptive to it. You can tell simply by their drum tones that these dudes knew how to party. Afire (1973) is another massive, drum orgy with a surfeit of lubricious percussion. Nobel Prize for the eminence at Everland who made that decision. -Buckley Mayfield

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Ruth Copeland “I Am What I Am” (Invictus, 1971)

A white Englishwoman with phenomenal pipes singing and writing songs while backed by early-’70s Funkadelic? And we get two excellent Rolling Stones covers, to boot? Gosh, you don’t have to twist my arm to get me to listen to Ruth Copeland’s I Am What I Am.

Copeland came to many folks’ attention by co-producing and writing two great, anomalous songs for Parliament’s first LP, Osmium. When she signed to Detroit’s Invictus Records, it was understood that label bosses (and stellar Motown songwriting team) Holland-Dozier-Holland would groom her to become the Caucasian Diana Ross. Obviously, things didn’t quite pan out that way, and Copeland ended up cutting only three solo albums in ’70s before fading into deep obscurity.

Backing up a bit, one of her songs on Osmium, “The Silent Boatman,” stands among the greatest ever written, a solemnly gorgeous, quasi-gospel tune about redemption in the afterlife, a tune that any sensible person would want played at their funeral. The composition also appeared on Copeland’s 1970 solo debut album, Self Portrait. There’s nothing quite as sublime as that classic on I Am What I Am, but Copeland’s sophomore LP—which she also produced; rare for a woman at that time—is stronger overall.

The album begins with a bang: “The Medal”—cowritten with Donald Charles Baldwin—toggles between starkly dramatic, piano-intensive balladry and a funky, acid-rock blowout. Copeland brandishes her exceptional vocal range, going from tender croon to Julie Driscoll-/Ann Wilson-like wailing while lamenting the Vietnam War’s toll on America’s young men. A freaky guitar solo by Hazel, Monette, or Bykowski is the LSD-laced cherry on top.

The first of three George Clinton collabs, “Cryin’ Has Made Me Stronger;” is a gospel-tinged, piano-heavy ballad about the torment of a busted-up relationship. It’s a real emotional wallow, with stacked backing vocals offering sweet consolation. George also contributes to “Hare Krishna,” a swaying, blues-gospel roof-raiser that sweeps up all in its path, atheists and agnostics included. Copeland persuasively sings, “What I’m trying to say is, we’re all the same,” no matter which religion we follow. Many would beg to differ, but it is a pretty thought. The final Clinton cowrite is “Don’t You Wish You Had (What You Had When You Had It?),” a filthy funk slow-burner with that trademark Clintonian lubriciousness. Ruth is in bravura form on the mic, rebuking a paramour who made poor decisions regarding their love. A scorching, rueful guitar solo by Hazel (I think) seals the deal.

Speaking of Eddie, he cowrote “Suburban Family Lament” with Copeland, and it’s I Am What I Am‘s funky apex. (The fantastic opening drum break has been sampled nine times, including by Madlib, Danger Mouse, and A Tribe Called Quest.) The track’s as gritty and groovy as anything on Hazel’s 1977 solo joint, Game, Dames And Guitar Thangs, and it could have easily fit on Maggot Brain or Free Your Mind.

The two Rolling Stones covers here are better than most. On “Play With Fire,” Copeland transforms one of the Stones’ most plaintive ballads into a showcase for her extraordinarily powerful voice. The group extends the song to over seven minutes of storm and stress dynamics, as Worrell or Case’s cyclical piano motifs ratchet up the tension. I gotta believe that Mick and Keith had to have dug these Funkadelicized extrapolations. Now, some might think it a fool’s errand to cover one of rock’s mightiest classics, “Gimme Shelter,” but Copeland and her assembled Funkadelic badasses are more than up for the task. She doesn’t quite reach Merry Clayton levels of distress in the original, but Copeland certainly captures the emotional turbulence at the song’s core about war’s many destructive effects. The band continues to pile up layers of guitars, bass, drums, and backing vocals until the last few minutes of this eight-minute epic topple into a glorious whirlpool of excess. Serious show-stopper energy here.

Copeland’s best album, I Am What I Am should’ve made her a star, but instead it’s become a cult classic, a real IKYKY funk/soul gem. It was last reissued on vinyl by UK label Demon in 2019, but even those have become scarce and pricey. Time for another re-release! -Buckley Mayfield

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Marvin Gaye “Trouble Man” (Tamla, 1972)

Marvin Gaye’s only film score is one of the zeniths of the short-lived blaxploitation genre. (Though I’ve not seen it, the Trouble Man movie is generally considered a dud.) Beyond that major feat, Trouble Man stands as one of Gaye’s greatest albums, as well as the first one he totally wrote and produced. Matter of fact, I like it better than consensus all-time #1 classic What’s Going On—and, no, I’m not just being a contrarian.

The odd thing about Trouble Man is that Gaye—one of soul music’s most emotive and powerful vocalists—seldom sings on it. No, Marvin was more interested in playing the Moog synthesizer that fellow Motown superstar Stevie Wonder had recently gifted him. The result is a stunning anomaly in Gaye’s phenomenal catalog.

Musicians on Trouble Man included members of the Motown session band the Funk Brothers and Bohannon‘s group. Having Ray Parker Jr. and David T. Walker on guitar and Stix Hooper and Leon “Ndugu” Chancler on drums surely helped Gaye achieve his aims here. “Main Theme From Trouble Man (2)” kicks off with articulated, wah-wah guitar wails and bass/drum action akin to Jimi Hendrix Experience‘s “Rainy Day, Dream Away.” Add rolling piano storminess, a melismatic sax solo, and an attention-grabbing keyboard motif that puts all of your synapses on high alert, and you may ask yourself, “What’s going on?” Answer: not the Marvin Gaye status quo, brothers and sisters. Later comes “Main Theme From Trouble Man (1),” a version that’s as tough as nails and as velvety as a pimp’s strides. Confuisingly, there is also a track titled “Theme From Trouble Man,” which is super tranquil and woozy, with sax and strings to the fore. Then there’s “Deep-In-It”; with its freaky Moog solo squiggling over piano and strings chiaroscuro, it might be Gaye’s strangest track.

“’T’ Plays It Cool” delivers mellow yet rock-ribbed jazz funk enhanced by staccato, funky Moog riffs and cracking drums while the sax- and strings-laden “Poor Abbey Walsh,” by contrast, verges on melodrama. Still, it’s interesting to hear Marvin stretch out of his comfort zone. The contemplative “Life Is A Gamble” also flirts with sentimentality and features some very morose vocalizations by Gaye. The spare, bongo-heavy suspense-thriller cut “’T’ Stands For Trouble” is as incisive as anything library-music titans Pierro Umiliani or Alan Hawkshaw did, with the record’s stealthiest bass line, played either by Wilton Felder or Ron Brown. (Oddly, I can find no bassist credits on Wikipedia or on the LP cover; Motown was notoriously stingy with info.)

Last but most, “Trouble Man” is the epitome of cool in the über-cool blaxploitation-soundtrack game. Gaye’s falsetto has never been sleeker nor steelier, his “yeah”s never more wracked and his “hoo”s never eerier. The music’s minimalist, subtly funky and swinging, full of implied menace. I’m gonna go out on a limb here and call this Gaye’s greatest song and maybe his most impressive vocal performance. It’s a whole mood, as some young folk are wont to say. I could live to be 900 years old and never tire of it. -Buckley Mayfield

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The Sunshine Band “The Sound Of Sunshine” (TK, 1975)

Before they became a well-oiled hit machine and the punch line to millions of unfunny discophobic jokes, KC & The Sunshine Band were a tight little funk group who cut a brilliant, undersung debut in 1974 titled Do It Good, which still sounds vital more than 50 years later. Their next album, 1975’s KC & The Sunshine Band, boasted two #1 hits: “Get Down Tonight” and “That’s The Way (I Like It).” Keyboardist/vocalist Harry Wayne Casey and bassist Richard Finch formed a formidable songwriting duo, excelling at hooks and grooves as scorching as their home state of Florida’s sun, and they were on one hell of a roll.

So it’s weird that their third album, The Sound Of Sunshine, was recorded under the truncated moniker the Sunshine Band and basically consisted of all instrumentals. I suspect Casey and Finch recorded these tracks around the time of Do It Good, and then shoved them out to market after their sophomore LP exploded, to capitalize on its momentum. That still doesn’t explain the shortened name. Whatever the case, The Sound Of Sunshine is a true heater to which even some KC haters might bust a move.

The album begins swimmingly with “Shotgun Shuffle,” whose easy-going, loping funk pleases with uplifting horns and circular, ringing guitar riffs. It’s a rudimentary, Kool & The Gang-like jam that’s exceptionally effective at raising pulse rates and spirits. As a bonus, the Fire backing vocal group (Beverly Champion, Margaret Reynolds, Jeanette Williams) shout “shotgun” near the end, to really launch this party. Remember “Rock Your Baby,” a chart-topper for George McCrae in 1974? Well, it’s interesting to hear this version done by its composers, following McCrae’s mellow proto-disco version, which John Lennon and ABBA’s Björn and Benny loved. Saxophones carry the main melody and the buoyant, midtempo groove pairs well with the Andrea True Connection’s “More More More.” As another bonus, Clarence Reid (aka Blowfly) cowrote “Funky ’75,” a light-footed specimen of mid-’70s funk that can’t help putting a smile on your feet.

That’s a helluva opening triptych, but there are other highlights on this 26-minute gem. For example, “Miss B. (Theme),” whose tenseness makes it prime spy-thriller/action-sequence material—soaring and as funky as Wilt Chamberlain’s headband. The slow, swampy funk of “Just A Groove” creeps on in à la the Band’s “Up On Cripple Creek”; it’s shocking that nobody’s sampled it. “Sunshine City”’s fleet, airy funk eradicates your worries with alacrity. Its essence should be bottled and sold as a healthcare supplement. Once again for the slow learners at the back of the class: KC & The Sunshine Band were no joke. -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.