Follow-up post to "Fried Milk" here again courtesy of the everlasting generosity of Baywatch a digital rendition distributed for the you, the great unwashed.
Cleaner, smoother and more horn focused, the Babies scrape off a little funk and re-shellac with some jazz schtick. I can't say that there's a record in my lexicon that compares to this in its sound. It's not that bullshit, frat boy/white boy funk, nor is it the jazzy odyssey of some wanna-bee Roland Kirks, nor is it B-boy jams a la Check Your Head. The sax work carries this record, sticking some melody into your melody hole where Tar Babies records before inserted a gnarly shout.
It is what it is, in the words of a much-hated coworker.
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