As a child nurtured on the great sounds of Major Lance, Dr. Horse, Four Tops, Mitch Ryder, Sly Stone, Soul Survivirs, JJ Jackson, Temptations, David Ruffin, Jimmy Ruffin and Smokey Bill, I miss good sounds that allow this geezer to once again, strut soulfully.
For my taste, too much stuff that passes for music these days involves brooding, self-absorbed whining.
But This . . .
Makes me want to boogaloo down Broadway! Grab some Q's head to the Woods!
Now, this I can groove to behove, Chicken-cluckers!
Mayer Hawthorne ( aside from a penchant for swears) gets it right.
Damn, we were cool.
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