Nigerian funk master who put out some secret, synthesizer shit in the 70's that we're just now getting around to appreciating. Alexis Taylor's in a tribute band to his stuff and it figures: Hot Chip accidentally riffed on // ripped off his entire sound, why not pay it back.
7-10 minute tracks are in no hurry, looping beats for the duration, with synth lines and simple vocal anthems and a strangely pure, swaggering, endless post-krautrock insistence takes hold. It's so good, so rock solid. You just couldn't do it if you knew any better - this goes for it cause it doesn't know what else to do and cuts to the heart of the matter by a sheer lack of distraction. Too caught on the spine of whitehot rhythm to give a fuck.
You feel cool as hell when you listen to this stuff. Does anything else matter? 4.5/5
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