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...somewhat forgotten now and that's a drag for the unbeknowing as this is one expansive double wax of cooled out funk/moody lounge/gospel/swampy grooves that hangs in the air real nice, it just insinuates its way into whatever vibe may be happening around it, taking over to be right for the moment whether it was intended or not...as often the way with real cool wax it takes a few spins to get the full juice out from it, not every track makes the grade first time round but it sure can get addictive if a cat wants it that way...booker t jones and priscilla coolidge put this out when they got hitched back in the early 70s and cats wanting some green onions might be a tad out of luck but any heads needing some slow delta funk will be right in the turnip patch mashing the moonshine and coming up with the goods...recorded just outside of deliverance this is a 'real' recording by 'entertainment' cats (heres another 'music biz' weird thing, booker t. had to leave stax as the suits treated him as an employee, ho hum, the squares just dont get it or just plain don't care) getting real with their position in the great tomorrow society that was being built by the coming earhshoe brigade, the whole earth catalog shenanigans that was trying to get a new capitalism on the go, subvert madison avenue dollars to 'worthier' recipients...any cats digging the choogle put out by delaney&bonnie/joe cocker mad dogs/rita coolidge first 2 wax/neil young/billy preston round the turn of 69/70 will get a strong buzz off this, it's perfect with a bottle of red and reefer on a lazy evening while the wild dogs sleep...
...a solid stoned groove, funky jams emanating from these LA country rocker types who'd individually been scuffling around in the turtles/burritos/strangers when they hooked up for this reefered R&B blowout...dig the cats hanging out with them: dr.john/leon russell/booker t./sneaky pete plus the blackberries doing some fine as wine vocalization, it can't go wrong and indeed it don't, it stays the course rocking out some laid back finger popping tunes...late night beer soaked missives from the bar just outside of town, the place where the hipsters from around the block hang out, the jook joint for the unrepentant beatnik that refuses the come on from the TEEVEEland of squaresville...there ain't no filler, just genuine killer low down blues, dusty and dirty, rough and ready going for the one...all the cats digging each other, getting this gumbo simmering, smearing the whole shebang with some day old grease, a narcotic brew just right for consumption by all midnight moonlight HEPsters...
...somewhat forgotten now and that's a drag for the unbeknowing as this is one expansive double wax of cooled out funk/moody lounge/gospel/swampy grooves that hangs in the air real nice, it just insinuates its way into whatever vibe may be happening around it, taking over to be right for the moment whether it was intended or not...as often the way with real cool wax it takes a few spins to get the full juice out from it, not every track makes the grade first time round but it sure can get addictive if a cat wants it that way...booker t jones and priscilla coolidge put this out when they got hitched back in the early 70s and cats wanting some green onions might be a tad out of luck but any heads needing some slow delta funk will be right in the turnip patch mashing the moonshine and coming up with the goods...recorded just outside of deliverance this is a 'real' recording by 'entertainment' cats (heres another 'music biz' weird thing, booker t. had to leave stax as the suits treated him as an employee, ho hum, the squares just dont get it or just plain don't care) getting real with their position in the great tomorrow society that was being built by the coming earhshoe brigade, the whole earth catalog shenanigans that was trying to get a new capitalism on the go, subvert madison avenue dollars to 'worthier' recipients...any cats digging the choogle put out by delaney&bonnie/joe cocker mad dogs/rita coolidge first 2 wax/neil young/billy preston round the turn of 69/70 will get a strong buzz off this, it's perfect with a bottle of red and reefer on a lazy evening while the wild dogs sleep...
...a solid stoned groove, funky jams emanating from these LA country rocker types who'd individually been scuffling around in the turtles/burritos/strangers when they hooked up for this reefered R&B blowout...dig the cats hanging out with them: dr.john/leon russell/booker t./sneaky pete plus the blackberries doing some fine as wine vocalization, it can't go wrong and indeed it don't, it stays the course rocking out some laid back finger popping tunes...late night beer soaked missives from the bar just outside of town, the place where the hipsters from around the block hang out, the jook joint for the unrepentant beatnik that refuses the come on from the TEEVEEland of squaresville...there ain't no filler, just genuine killer low down blues, dusty and dirty, rough and ready going for the one...all the cats digging each other, getting this gumbo simmering, smearing the whole shebang with some day old grease, a narcotic brew just right for consumption by all midnight moonlight HEPsters...
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