This is the kind of thing that makes me feel bad about giving a decent rating to a Traffic album. Here's real energy, real musicianship, a real sense of something occurring before your ears.
This is hot shit.
Horn bursts, chants, shouts, rumbling, rollicking bass, and those beats. Those beats. They're the draw, unsurprisingly, given that this was billed as "Live with [Cream drummer] Ginger Baker", who brings a thumping Western intensity to the African intricacies on the album's second half.
This shit is hot.
If you listen to Ye Ye De Smell, start it at say 3:40, and give it 20 seconds. If that big kick back in at 3:50 and that doesn't get your head bobbing then just forget it. Just stop reading this because we can't be friends because I don't understand what kind of person you are or what effect music has on you.
Ye Ye De Smell is the music that Quintin Tarantino or whoever does the music for an Ocean's movie might try to set a scene to before giving up. I can't shoot a scene this hot!
The other three tracks are slower, funkier, jazzier, jammier less transcendental, but decidedly listenable, full of talent and spark.
This is the real deal 4.5/5
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