World Music

Okay Temiz “Drummer Of Two Worlds” (WEA, 1980)

Besides having one of the coolest names in music, Okay Temiz has been a key rhythmic force in the zone where jazz meets “world” music. The Turkish drummer/percussionist has worked with deep musicians such as Don Cherry, Björn J:son Lindh, Johnny Dyani and Mongezi Feza (in the group Xaba), Tony Scott, and others while maintaining a long, fruitful solo career. Unlike many jazz musicians of a certain vintage (Okay was born in 1939 and is still living), Temiz has released excellent LPs well into the 1990s. But for my money, the standout in his catalog is 1980’s Drummer Of Two Worlds.

On this nine-track stunner, Temiz composed, arranged, and played a long list of percussion instruments, including sheep bells, thavil, cuíca, berimbau, Jew’s harp, Indian tuned sticks, and goblet drum (aka darbuka)—some of which he constructed himself. On Two Worlds, he received crucial help from Arif Sag (saz), Ziya Aytekin (woodwinds), and Attila Özdemiroğlu (synth). It turns out, when you make your own instruments as well as possess otherworldly skills and unique ideas, amazing, hard-to-categorize music ensues.

Temiz may be Turkish, but his sound diverges even from that Middle Eastern country’s distinctive output. It’s hard to imagine a more arresting start to an album than “East Breeze.” An utterly gripping berimbau intro leads into a dance-floor banger full of weird tones (what is producing that wild low frequency?!), a sinuous earworm whistle, rococo berimbau motif, an oddly metered groove (9/8?), and amphetamine bongos. “Galaxy Nine” defies all logic and classification, its tensile Jew’s harp wowows, rapid-fire drum triplets, metallic and wooden percussive accents building to a hectic cacophony.

With its insane monkey chatter and laughter, vibrant birdsong, and mercurial metallic percussion, “Ocean Roller” would stop you dead in your tracks if you heard it in public. Lest you think Temiz couldn’t get funky, “Penguin” offers solid, in-the-pocket funk with a woodwind that sounds like frog hiccups and harp-like strings (gopijantra, I think) adding distinctive texture. It may surprise some that Geto Boys’ Scarface sampled this track. “Drummer Of Two Worlds” brings god-like fusion motion—a magnum opus of funky disorientation. Let’s call it “whirled music for twirling dervishes.” The album closes with “Fantasia Drive,” a percussion orgy with crazy berimbau fibrillations rippling through it. An imaginary soundtrack for the most exciting car-chase scene ever, the song boasts timbres seldom heard anywhere. “Fantasia Drive” seems to be mutating and dispersing with each passing minute, as if in a science-lab experiment. Temiz’s peak record exists in its own unprecedented, psychedelic world.

CAZ PLAK reissued Drummer Of Two Worlds in 2024, so it shouldn’t be too hard to find. DO NOT SLEEP. -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

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Shriekback “Care” (Y, 1983)

Shriekback’s creative core of keyboardist/vocalist Barry Andrews (ex-XTC, Fripp’s League Of Gentlemen), bassist Dave Allen (ex-Gang Of Four), and guitarist Carl Marsh (Out On Blue Six) could almost qualify as a post-punk supergroup. Their early releases such as 1982’s Tench EP and the “My Spine (Is The Bassline)” single put very interesting spins on funk and atmospheric rock. So expectations were high for the British group’s 1983 debut LP, Care, and they were resoundingly met. (The US version differs from the UK edition, adding “My Spine” and “Accretions.” Get ’em both!)

Care gets on the good foot right away with “Lined Up,” a paragon of subliminal funk, powered by Allen’s steely bass line and stoic disco beats from a disciplined drum machine. Andrews’ stern, confidential lead vocals and the female gospel choir backing add a serious air of impending doom to proceedings. I’d often hear this joint in Detroit clubs during the ’80s, and it was a goddamn mood. With its with lusciously layered synths, chilling, Eno-esque textures, and rock-ribbed clapper beats, “Clear Trails” proves again that understatement is Shriekback’s forte—even with their drum-machine programming. In a decade lousy with clunky, canned percussion, they managed to avoid the robotic awkwardness that marred so many Reagan-era albums. One of Shriekback’s best songs, “Into Method” is a methodical, militant funk jam on a stealth mission. Similarly, “Sway” stands as a minimalist-funk masterpiece.

But Care proves that Shriekback have a weirder side, too. The skeletal, Cubist dub cut “Hapax Legomena” is as strange as its title and pregnant with tension. Unfortunately, the grave mood’s shattered near the end by a guffaw. The cantankerous “Lines From The Library” comes off like a more lightweight ’80s Swans. “Evaporation” is an aptly vaporous tone poem with barely-there vocals. (Andrews never broke a sweat while singing this record’s songs, guaranteed.) On “Brink Of Collapse,” Jon Hassell’s Fourth World Music goes to English art school. It’s an eerie, ritualistic piece within an abstract funk framework—everything in its place, precise and crisp. And what the hell is “In: Amongst”? A field recording of birds panicking as they flail in a whirlwind? Lassos twirling in a hurricane? Whatever the case, it’s one of the strangest endings to an album ever. That Care came out on Warner Bros. in the States shows that the early ’80s were different times, indeed. (Dave Allen passed away on April 5 at age 69. May he rest in peace.) -Buckley Mayfield

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Osibisa “Osibisa” (Decca, 1971)

Osibisa’s music is almost as fascinating as the surrealistic Roger Dean cover art that adorned their finest albums. They were a London-based septet whose members had moved to England from various African and Caribbean countries, yet they trafficked in prog-/psych-rock… with major-label backing in the UK and US. Tony Visconti (David Bowie, T.Rex, etc.) and Martin Rushent (Buzzcocks, Stranglers, etc.) worked studio magic on their records. The ’70s were wild, man.

Osibisa’s 1971 debut LP is their best, a piquant, Afro-Caribbean twist on peak-era prog. They were kind of in their own lane in the ’70s, although Osibisa did share some elements with Cymande and Assagai. Osibisa’s leader, Teddy Osei (who passed away in January; RIP), was the band’s MVP, playing tenor saxophone, flute, African drums, percussion, and singing lead on three of the LP’s seven tracks. He establishes the rootsy African vibe on track 1, “The Dawn,” where, amid crickets, birdsong, chants, and African hand drums, Osei toots a frilly flute motif that’s as beautifully peaceful as a dove, achieving Jeremy Steig levels of hoarse fluency later in the piece. Robert Bailey’s organ flares and swells with Brian Auger-esque flamboyance while Wendell Richardson paints the sky fire-engine red with his guitar calligraphy. Osibisa’s intricate instrumental interplay is as stunning as any of your favorite English prog virtuosi.

“Music For Gong-Gong” veers into quasi-Afrobeat territory, with an outrageous, extended percussion break that could bet B-Boys/Girls busting moves. Osei and Loughty Lasisi Amao’s saxes and Mac Tontoh’s trumpet form a victorious horn section, blasting away apathy with ebullient arrangements. “Oranges” rides a fluid, summertime groove that’s almost as cool as Kool & The Gang at their coolest. Osibisa get political on “Think About The People,” a slow-burning anthem that lists the world’s ills, rhymes “pollution” with “revolution,” and advises “We all need a little understanding right now.” You literally can’t argue with that.

“Phallus C” (pun noted) represents sonic joy in full flower, with musicianship that’s as complex as heaven. Of course, there’s a libidinous percussion breakdown for the masses to move their asses. It wouldn’t be an Osibisa song without that. (Shout out to drummer Sol Amarfio and bassist Spartacus R!) With its wild chants, triumphant horn blasts, and a battle-ready rhythm section that’s akin to some of early Santana’s humid, Latinate motion, “Ayiko Bia,” is a rambunctious, party-starting show-stopper. This track might be the group’s peak, the one tune you play when you want to turn someone on to Osibisa.

Essentially, Osibisa were a tight, groove-oriented jam band who would have absolutely killed if the Bonnaroo festival had existed in the ’70s. In the 2020s, though, these badasses don’t get the respect they deserve. Consequently, Osibisa and other early LPs such as Wɔyaya and Heads remain cheap heat. Get thyself to a bargain bin before that changes… -Buckley Mayfield

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Kool And The Gang “Spirit Of The Boogie” (De-Lite, 1975)

Kool And The Gang’s sixth studio album was the last one before they smoothed out their sound and exponentially increased their popularity (no cause to “Celebrate” from an aesthetic standpoint, if you ask me). They’d had hits with funk classics “Jungle Boogie” and “Hollywood Swinging” off of 1973’s Wild And Peaceful, and 1974’s Light Of Worlds yielded sterling radio staples “Summer Madness” and “Higher Plane,” so KATG were riding a serious creative and commercial high when they cut Spirit Of The Boogie.

That’s apparent from the opening title track, with its spring-legged funk embellished by gruff rapping, rousing “yeah yeah yeah”s, boisterous horns, and “pew-pew” synth sounds. “Spirit Of The Boogie” reached #35 in the Billboard Hot 100 chart and Public Enemy sampled it in “Fear Of A Black Planet.” “Ride The Rhythm” exemplifies the group’s A-game party funk with flamboyant horn charts; and the vocals about the power of music to take your mind to higher planes is a self-fulfilling prophecy. If you want large-ensemble, afro-centric funk done with elegance and soul, check out “Ancestral Ceremony.” It’s analogous to Earth, Wind & Fire’s pre-fame approach, right down to the multi-talented Ronald Bell’s use of kalimba. Nineties hip-hop crew 3rd Bass had the good sense to sample “Mother Earth” for “Steppin’ To The A.M.” and with all the swagger that this funk jam sports, it’s totally understandable.

“Caribbean Festival” peddles West Indian funk with mucho cowbell and one of the most suave and charismatic bass lines ever laid down, thanks to Robert “Kool” Bell. (Hear it sampled in Ice Cube’s “The Bomb.”) The oft-sampled “Winter Sadness” is the lush, hushed sequel to the equally much-sampled “Summer Madness,” and, hey, bonus—it would segue well into the late Roy Ayers’ “Everybody Loves The Sunshine.” KATG are nothing if not resourceful recyclers of their own good ideas. Speaking of which, “Jungle Jazz” is simply a jazzier, instrumental remake of “Jungle Boogie.” After a muted fanfare and a cymbal splash, one of the funkiest (and frequently sampled) breakbeats ever barges into earshot, accompanied by Dennis “D.T.” Thomas’ madly groovy flute. Yes, it is my go-to KATG cut for DJ gigs—thanks for asking.

The only real dud here is “Sunshine And Love,” a maudlin trifle that confirms my theory that 99% of all ballads by funk bands should hit the cutting-room floor. Unfortunately, Kool And The Gang would rely every more heavily on such syrupy fare as they pushed on through the ’80s and beyond. Best, then, to savor these gifted musicians at their peak on Spirit Of The Boogie. -Buckley Mayfield

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Ted Lucas “Ted Lucas” (OM, 1975)

Could Detroit folk-rocker Ted Lucas be poised for a posthumous revival à la Nick Drake? Stranger things have happened. The guitarist/vocalist/sitarist/harmonica player—who passed away in 1992—only released one album in his too-brief life. Ted Lucas (though it’s also known as OM, which was the name of the label that first issued it) largely went ignored upon release, but it’s accrued cult status, thanks in part to Yoga Records’ 2010 reissue (they pressed it again in 2018).

It’s not a stretch to think of Lucas as an American analogue to Nick Drake, though Ted’s voice is huskier and, to these ears, more stereotypically soulful. A close US counterpart would be Skip Spence, who also only released one album, the stone classic Oar.

A Motown session guitarist who studied sitar with Ravi Shankar, Lucas also played in the Spike-Drivers, the Misty Wizards (their sike-pop gem “It’s Love” appears on the Nuggets comp, Hallucinations, aka My Mind Goes High), the Horny Toads, and the Boogie Disease. The man obviously had instrumental chops, and as Ted Lucas proves, he could write a mean tune, as well.

Ted Lucas is split between side one’s sparse folk songs with the acoustic-guitar-wielding troubadour’s effortlessly poignant singing to the fore and deliciously double-tracked and side two’s sublime, (mainly) instrumental jams. I wouldn’t want to live in a world without either.

From the first seconds of “Plain & Sane & Simple Melody,” Lucas’ voice draws you in and entwines you in a warm halo of intimacy. His melodic mastery instantly asserts itself, its folky luster at once familiar and fresh. These songs must have sounded like decades-old standards in 1975, but they’re also distinctive and memorable on their own merits.

My favorite side one track, “Now That I Know,” has a main vocal hook that recalls Nico’s “The Fairest Of Seasons.” Its low-key jauntiness contrasts with the lyrics of heartbreak, as Ted’s acoustic richly jangles in sparkling counterpoint to his oaken vocal timbres. The self-explanatory “It Is So Nice To Get Stoned” makes me wonder how this song hasn’t been used by a 21st-century cannabis company. Put this in your marketing bong and hit it… come on! “Stoned” possesses the same velvety, heavy-lidded vibe as Spence’s “Weighted Down (The Prison Song)” and “All Come To Meet Her.” Thus ends the LP’s song-based side.

“Robins Ride” begins side two with some funky folk bearing the flintiest acoustic attack since Leo Kottke’s 6- And 12-String Guitar and vibrant hand percussion. It’ll sure enough shake you out of the blunted lassitude that “Stoned” induced. A cautionary tale about the perils of drinking alcohol, “Sonny Boy Blues” delivers menacing folk blues with knuckle-on-gtr beats. Timeless! The alluringly titled “Love And Peace Raga” is reminiscent of Peter Walker’s folkadelic dabbles with Indian music. Carol Lucido’s gently snarling tambura complements Lucas’ rambling, triumphant guitar motifs, with time for plenty of contemplative interludes. A wonderful finale.

Third Man Records is reissuing a deluxe version of Ted Lucas/OM on February 21, with further plans to release previously unreleased archival recordings. Thanks again, Jack White, for your service. -Buckley Mayfield

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Osamu Kitajima “Benzaiten” (Island, 1976)

Born in 1949 in Chigasaki, Japan, Osamu Kitajima began his career in rock bands that emulated the Ventures, the Beatles, and the Bee Gees. After a stint as lead guitarist for the Japanese pop star Yuzo Kayama and a whimsical 1971 psych-pop LP cut under the alias Justin Heathcliff, Osamu wearied of the Anglo-American musical influences that had marked his career and decided to fuse traditional Japanese musical elements with prog- and psych-rock moves. These impulses blossomed on his second album, Benzaiten, the multi-instrumentalist’s peak and his boldest artistic statement. (The 1977 follow-up, Osamu, is also a mellow beauty—a Far East Asian take on New Age and folkadelia.)

“Benzaiten – God Of Music And Water” begins Benzaiten with martial-arts yelps, Dennis Belfield and John Harris’ tight funk bass lines, Brian Whitcomb’s strutting clavinet, and George Marinelli’s delicate guitar filigree, all of which harmonize with wispy flute and chimes. It’s a weird track, like early Commodores collaborating with Taj-Mahal Travellers. A leisurely pastoral stroll bearing Tatsuya Sano’s gorgeous shakuhachi melody, “Taiyo – The Sun” sounds like a direct influence on early Ghost, complete with throaty, grave vocals, as Osamu gets off a lovely guitar solo that curls like incense smoke. The song’s at once utterly blissful and slightly ominous, like walking through a lush forest on your way to a hanging.

Featuring future Yellow Magic Orchestra member Haruomi Hosono on bass, “Tengu – A Long-Nosed Goblin” is a Japanese analogue to the Stooges’ “Dirt”; a methodical, serpentine slab of sensuous funk, with Osamu’s electric guitar frayed and wah’d to a crispy grooviness. Like all the best extended jams, this gets more psychedelic as it goes. The epic, mind-altering reprise of the title track offers more of Osamu’s guttural vocal emissions amid wonderful sonic feng shui: minimalist acoustic guitar, hypnotic biwa (wooden lute) riffs, piercingly pretty Hayashi-bue (flute) with African, Mexican, and Japanese hand drums percolating beneath it all. Beginning with a mournful shakuhachi solo, “Whoma – Immortality” goes on an marathon journey of sparse beauty, at points anticipating the questing, East-meets-West ensemble Codona. It solidifies Benzaiten as one of the musical head trips from Asia.

Trivia: The Japanese psych-rock group Acid Mothers Temple paid homage to this LP with 2015’s Benzaiten. Tip: The German label Everland Psych reissued Benzaiten in 2024. -Buckley Mayfield

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Joe Bataan “Call My Name” (Vampi Soul, 2005)

The King Of Latin Soul’s comeback album of sorts, Call My Name is way better than you’d expect from an artist whose peak, according to consensus opinion, occurred in the ’60s and ’70s. The New York-based Afro-Filipino singer was something like a combo of velvety crooner Smokey Robinson and socially conscious Marvin Gaye for the Fania Records set.

On Call My Name, Bataan worked with a young group, led by Phenomenal Handclap Band’s Daniel Collás, who wrote the songs and played organ, synth, and electric piano, percussion, and clavinet. Collás and his hired hands provided a fabulous update of his soulful, funky showmanship on the mic. (Somebody on Discogs who claims to know Joe says he disowns Call My Name; that’s his prerogative, of course, but the proof is in the grooves.) The title track grabs your attention immediately with a high-pitched synth intro of exquisite tanginess. Soon after, Joe comes in, suave as hell and oozing effortless cool, even in his 60s, riding a slithery bass line, lithe clavinet, and serene flute, and banging beats on this casually funky soul gem.

“Chick-A-Boom” is the LP’s instant party-starter. An uptempo funk cut with cowbell, organ filigrees, and sexy-old-guy vocal hooks, this aptly titled joint is DJ platinum. The first part of “I’m The Fool” harks back to classic Bataan fare, as he croons with buttery sincerity and tenderness over a psychedelic boogaloo backing with… sitar. Whoa! Part 2 is a sweet, deep instrumental ramble for the true heads. “Chevere Que Chevere” is nonchalant boogaloo that’s sexier than most songs with “Chevere” (Spanish slang for “cool”) in the title.

If you’d like some breezy, feel-good soul that cruises like Curtis Mayfield’s “Move On Up,” but at a slightly more relaxed pace, “Cycles Of You” will suit you right down to the ground. As a nice contrast from all the party-centric numbers, “Ernestine” brings hushed, Stone Coal White-like balladry, with unsettling undertones. The album ends with the humidly sensual funk of “Keep The Change.”

Call My Name is the last proper studio release by Bataan, who’s now 82. If it’s his swan song, it’s a damned righteous one—even if the great man himself disagrees. -Buckley Mayfield

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Mandrill “Mandrill Is” (Polydor, 1972)

Mandrill’s ’70s albums contain extraordinary highs and embarrassing lows. They are nothing if not consistently inconsistent. Yet all of these records are worth hearing and are usually reasonably priced, so the ROI is solid (which is the title of their 1975 LP, which you should get, obviously).

The Brooklyn-based soul/funk group changed personnel often, but were led by the talented multi-instrumentalist Wilson brothers: Carlos, Louis, and Ricardo. Everyone in Mandrill played percussion and everyone sang, on top of their more specialized duties. The communal vibe among them was celebratory and the message positive. A savvy DJ could make a killer party-starting mixtape using the band’s best 20 songs.

Mandrill’s second album, Mandrill Is, has more hits than misses and stands as one of their strongest efforts. “Ape Is High” is such a great way to start an album; it’s one of Mandrill’s toughest funk numbers, churning and burning in the vicinity of War’s “Me And Baby Brother.” Frederick “Fudgie Kae” Solomon’s corkscrewing bass line and Charles Padro’s in-the-pocket drums nudge the song into sublime territory while Claude “Coffee” Cave’s florid keyboard solo ices this flavorful cake. The Wilson brothers’ “HIGH” chants and Omar Mesa’s fiery guitar riffs in the coda launch it out of this world. The LP’s other single, the horn-laden stormer “Git It All,” peaked at #37 on the soul chart. It’s one of the purest party-funk tunes ever, with the banal lyrics to prove it (“Come on, everybody/Are you ready to get it on?/Woo!” etc. etc.). But who cares when the rhythm and vocals are so motivating?

More aural flames ensue on “Lord Of The Golden Baboon,” a sizzling funk instrumental with beaucoup hand percussion and vibrato sax blats, and “Kofijahm,” a guttural and chunky tribal-funk workout, but one unexpectedly embroidered with flute, vibes, and a boldly questing bass line. Mandrill’s vast array of instrumentation and dexterity separated them from most 1970s’ funk stars.

But it’s not all sweaty jams on Mandrill Is. Almost half of it offers contemplative pleasures… and annoyances. On a positive note, “I Refuse To Smile” is a close sonic cousin with War’s breezy summertime jam “All Day Music” and “Children Of The Sun” brings celestial soul of sweeping grandeur that’s enhanced by Cave’s vibraphone. The intro to “Central Park” resembles King Crimson’s touching ballad “I Talk To The Wind” (or the first Mandrill album’s “Chutney”), until it morphs into grandiose, swift-paced horn-rock à la Chicago. The uplifting “The Sun Must Go Down” chills with Santana-esque mellifluousness.

The album’s low point has to be “Universal Rhythms.” Having a toddler talk for an extended amount of time on a track is a recipe for cringe. When an adult musician explains what rhythms are to said child in a very earnest manner over chimes, chants, and gong hits, you quickly lift the needle to the next track. But overall, Mandrill Is ranks high in the oft-sampled funkateers’ catalog, and, blessedly, finding a decent copy won’t bankrupt you. -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.

Lijadu Sisters “Horizon Unlimited” (Afrodisia, 1979)

Born in 1948 in Ibadan, Nigeria, identical twins Kehinde (who passed away in 2019) and Taiwo Lijadu were among the few women in that African nation who maintained successful musical careers in the 1970s. They released five strong albums in that decade, none of which are easy to obtain in the US, except for the fifth, 1979’s Horizon Unlimited, which Numero Group just reissued on vinyl and CD. (Thankfully, that Chicago label plans to re-release the sisters’ entire catalog—but not all at once, thankfully, for our wallets.) Trivia: For five months in 1972, the Lijadus toured with Ginger Baker’s band Salt; the former Cream drummer also had been playing in Nigeria with Afrobeat pioneer Fela Kuti.

My first encounter with the Lijadu Sisters occurred with Strut Records’ excellent Nigeria 70: The Definitive History Of 70’s Funky Lagos comp. According to that LP’s liner notes, “Orere Elejigbo” tells the story of a couple trying in vain to have a child. They visited a native doctor who instructed them to contact the god Ifa. The deity tells them they will conceive a girl and when she reaches adulthood, she should be able to marry whomever she wishes. She ultimately marries a king. The song was a coded way for the sisters to hint to the government to stop going to war and to cease destroying its citizens. The defiant Afrobeat backing—replete with Richard Archer’s jabbing bass line and the ladies’ impassioned unison singing—seriously drives home the point.

The intensely suspenseful “Erora” is an African Head Charge-like charmer with dank low end, including some of the chunkiest drum sounds outside of a Tony Allen session, courtesy of Friday Jumbo, who was part of Fela’s Africa 70 group. Drummer Laolu Akins and talking-drum specialist Soji Adenie add ballast. The Lijadus’ voices are glorious conduits to joy. “Gbwomo Mi” delivers thick Afrobeat action, with a punchy, downtempo rhythm. The sisters soar above the coiled shuffle like headstrong angels—so dulcet and vibrant.

“Come On Home” is loping, funky sunshine pop, African style, and sung in English instead of the sisters’ native Yoruba. That this stunner’s racked up about 23 million listens on $p0t1fy means that it probably received placement in a popular TV show or movie, or gained traction on TikTok, but I’ll be damned if I can find verification of that. The album ends with “Not Any Longer,” which begins with Adenie’s gripping talking-drum solo and then shifts into a slow, ultra-funky chugger with distorted, Billy Preston-esque keyboard squelches. The Lijadus’ most seductive song, it foreshadows some of Grace Jones‘ early-’80s joints.

Out of print on vinyl in the US since 2012, Horizon Unlimited was produced by keyboardist Lemmy Jackson, who also played in the great psych-rock group Blo. All six tracks here are great, and it’s hard to discern which one triggers the most pleasure. But what a wonderful puzzle to solve. -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.