
This band was not without its weaknesses. The horn section was no match for Maceo Parker and the other 1960s veterans who had quit. The call-and-response was reduced to James and longtime sideman Bobby Byrd. But, heavens above, what grooves. They are absolutely relentless. If this music can't get you up, you'd better call the undertaker. Working with the resources at hand, pushing Bootsy's bass to the front, JB maximizes what he's got. The high point is a previously unreleased 15 minute version of "Talkin' Loud and Sayin' Nothing" in which JB goes into a rant on self-respect, race relations, taxes, drugs, and whatever else came into head that night -- "I don't want a cat tryin' to drive a plane who hasn't been to school!"
If I wanted to explain to someone what America was, I'd hand 'em a copy of this CD. It's a true cultural artifact. It ought to be in the Smithsonian. It ought to be required listening in public schools. They ought to put JB on a postage stamp. Next time we send one of those vehicles into deep space we ought to broadcast this to anyone who's listening and help them get a groove on. Get on up! Get into it! Get involved! Get involved! Get involved!
I only bought this for the full length version of Super Bad and I was not disappointed.
Bobby Byrd's wafer-thin, wailing saxophone, seemed to be the weak link on this track. I was thinking Maceo needed to be on this one, until I realised what was going on. The groove as a whole takes about about four minutes or so to establish and stabilise itself - that's when it hits you. The drum/bass/guitar merge into one to become a relentless and thrusting testosterone-heavy pelvic rhythm - Byrd's saxophone is your woman wailing in sexual delirium as she gets taken ever closer to the edge. Sheer Unadulterated Genius! Check it out. I already loved this track for the soul and the lyrics, but this took it to a whole new level.
The original meaning of the word 'funk' is the 'odour of sexual intercourse'. Whoever applied that word to describe James' grooves sure knew what they were doing.
James Brown IS the boss.
Peace out.