Wild, dangerous, stuff. This reeks of heat, of desperation, of energy, reading like a wildly psychadelic funk album as much as rock-instrumented hard, free jazz. Drums stomp from beyond, guitars skitter and wail, bass pops and thrashes and throbs, while a cast of horns enters and writhes and exits stage left. That bass, that endless, whalloping bass. Powerful stuff.
I keep saying "stuff". These songs have substance, they get on you like sweat, that kind of summer sweat that lets you know you're surviving and alive 4/5
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