The Black Mold Of Death

The morning began not unlike any other. Once the sleep was removed from my eyes and the injection of coffee began soaring through my veins, a trip to one of my digging spots seemed in order.

I have been frequenting this particular thrift store for at least eight years and have had a love/hate relationship with it. I’ve never walked away with any diamonds (something that is getting harder and harder each day) but the output for the past few years has produced a fair share of desirable discs that has kept me consistently returning. I had hoped that this morning’s adventure would continue the streak. As I walked through the now familiar squeaky doors and bee lined towards the records, I kept my hopes in check. One can never get too excited about the prospect of digging in thrift stores because they are usually picked clean by the time you get there. Lo and behold, my eagle eyes spotted at least five new cardboard boxes of wax sitting on the floor. My heartbeat began to climb as I sat down and my brain entered into digging mode.

Any serious digger, with years of experience and vast amounts of information lodged in their head, enters a different state of being when thumbing through boxes of records. I have seen so many covers and have stored so many nuances of labels and artists in my head that my fingers and brain become a well-oiled machine, flicking through each album at the rate of a millisecond per vinyl. I slowed my routine for a moment as I proceeded to scan through four boxes of German pressed vinyl. Don’t get excited just yet. While images of original krautrock CAN albums might come to mind in a utopian world, these boxes contained a lifelong collection of oompah, polka and shlager discs. Due to my German ancestry and affinity for the city of Berlin, I always end up buying a disc or two mainly for the covers. On this occasion, an album portraying two German soldiers standing in front of a picket fence, as a partially concealed blonde woman was undressing behind it, produced a chuckle and went in my purchase pile.

The fifth box on the floor looked a bit out of place from the rest of its counterparts. Since it was slightly disheveled and a little beat up around the corners, I could tell it came from a different owner. As my eyes peered into the abyss to ascertain its contents, The Damned and The Stranglers leaped into my sight, producing a slight gasp from my mouth. Could this finally be it? An entire box filled with incredible punk records spanning the late 1970s to the 1990s? My senses began reeling as I prepared to dive in. Before I could get any further, it hit me like a fist at 2AM bar fight, sending me reeling back at least five feet- The black mold of death!!

Tears began welling up in my eyes (possibly from sadness or more likely from the fungus that was being unleashed as I rifled through its home) as I attempted to dig through the records. Every jacket was stuck to the one in front of it and the one behind it. Flecks of white, green and black mold could be seen growing in every nook and cranny of the box. I stepped away from the box of death and assessed the situation. Whenever I am subjected to such fungus on records, and the desire to keep digging holds strong, I am prepared with a breathing mask and rubber gloves. I have salvaged some pretty tremendous discs in the past just from a little perseverance and safety measures. Unfortunately, I had none of my supplies to keep me protected. The manager of the store came over and I informed her of the situation at hand. She took one look at the box and said I could have them all for free if I wanted to take the chance, otherwise they would be thrown away. With this new information in mind, I rolled up my sleeves, accepted the bottle of hand sanitizer offered to me, and prepared for the worst.

I’ll spare you the details of the actual dig. In a nutshell, it meant tearing covers, dodging more concentrated outbreaks of mold on certain albums and trying to judge what discs were worth keeping and what should be left for the landfill. Record labels like Dischord, Sub Pop, Glitterhouse, Sire, EMI, and Caroline were all flashing before my eyes, keeping me going even though my lungs were telling me to leave right away. I walked to the counter with a pile of about thirty records contained in sorry excuses for inner sleeves and two shlager records. The cashier quadruple-bagged the moldy records and I paid for the German albums. As I pushed aside the squeaky door and emerged back in the sunlight, I once again came to the conclusion; I am a record junkie who is always in search of his next fix, even under the worst conditions.

Once I arrived back to my vinyl laboratory, home of record sale headquarters, I strapped on a mask and gloves, broke out the cleaning solution and got to work. Once I removed the fungus, I saw that many of these records had never been played! After a few dirty and disgusting hours of work, here is what I was able to salvage:

The Undertones- Self Titled Debut LP on Sire Records (1979)

The Ruts- BBC Peel Sessions on Strange Fruit Records

Feedtime-Shovel on Abberant Records

Flesheaters- Greatest Hits on Fan Club Records

Stiff Little Fingers- Inflammable Material on Rough Trade Records
(1979)

Gray Matter- Take It Back on Dischord Records (1986)

Slits- Typical Girls EP on Island Records (1979)

Chris Bald 96 Infinity on Glitterhouse Records

Six Finger Satellite- Pigeon is the Most Popular Bird on Sub Pop
Records (1993)

Young Gods- Did You Miss Me 12” on Organix Records (1987)

State of the Union- Dischord Records Compilation (1989)

Jonestown- All Day Suckers on Dork Patch Music

The Fall- Domesday Pay Off on Big Time Records (1987)

Murphy’s Law- Self-Titled Debut on Profile Records (1986)

Stranglers IV on Fame Records UK Pressing (1977)

Feedtime- Suction on Aberrant Records (1989)

Naked Raygun on Caroline Records (1988)

Compilation of 4 original Dischord Records 7 inches (1984)

Faith- Subject to Change on Dischord Records (pink vinyl 1983)

Scream- Dischord Records (No. 9 –Early 1980’s)

Void/The Faith- Split 12” on Dischord Records (No. 8- Early 1980’s)

Ruin- Self Titled LP on Red Music (1983)

Stranglers- Self-Titled on IRS Records (1980)

The Crucifucks- Self-Titled on Alternative Tentacles Records (1984)

Circus Lupus- Solid Brass on Dischord Records (1993)

Chrome- Half Machine Lip Moves on Touch and Go (1990)

Chelsea- No Escape on IRS Records (1980)

The Damned- The Black Album on IRS Records (1980)

Buzzcocks- Singles Going Steady on IRS Records (1979)

The Nomads- Where the Wolf Bane Blooms on Amigo Records (1983)

THE MORAL OF TODAY’S POST IS:

Don’t try this at home unless you are willing to enter into a world where the quest for music on vinyl supersedes common sense and your own safety and health.

How I Spent My Monday Morning

Welcome to the world of the unemployed where mystery, intrigue and adventure lies around the corner for all those who have to fill in the time between 9AM and 5PM doing shit. I do enjoy those hours, especially in the morning. I feel productive and on top of the world. Anyway, this particular Monday morning was a fruitful and interesting one.

For the past six years, I have been handing out business cards with my name and phone number to anyone that says they have records, anyone! Currently, I am on my fifth pressing, making updates on each design (damn-the record nerd comes out in me. of course I still have my rare first pressing!) Randomly, I will receive phone calls from people who actually kept my information and follow through with selling me records. This morning, the planets were aligned in my favor. I got the call around 9:30 in the morning. Perfect timing for I had finished reading my emails and drinking my coffee. The caller said something along the lines of, “Do you still want albums? I got a bunch. Can you just take them from me? Just get rid of them?” Sure I said, I would be happy to. Even better, the location of these unwanted albums was only 5 minutes away.

Quick and painless, that’s how I like it. The records were waiting by the front door when I arrived. My total time spent on the property was a mere 50 seconds as I dumped them into my car. There were only about 30 records and maybe 15 78s. I got back home, took out the piles and slapped myself. Mixed in with bad classical and christmas records were the following:

Jimmy Castor Bunch- It’s Just Begun on RCA (2 copies-both SEALED!)
Joe South- Walking Shoes on Mine Records SEALED (not that special, but ITS SEALED!)
Laura Lee- Love More Than Pride on Chess Records SEALED
And then a handful of Brazillian LPs from the artists Alceu Valenca, Beto Guedes, and Legiao Urbana.

Oh, it gets better. Someone up there is making shit happen for me in the 78 department. Mixed in this batch of shellac was a James Moody 78 on Blue Note, ANOTHER Charlie Parker on Dial, Bennie Green on Jubilee, ANOTHER Dizzy Gillespie on Dee Gee and a few other nice jazz pieces. I literally pinched myself. It was almost as painless as the time someone surprised me by dropping off a crate of records at my house at 8AM, filled with Captain Beefheart records. Now that was easy!

After weeding out the crappy records, I put out a pile of LPs on the curb. I do this about once every two or three weeks because I tend to accumulate a fair share of crappy dollar records that are given to me. And every time, without fail, someone comes along and takes them away before the garbage gets collected. Within five minutes of the pile going down, a car pulls up and a gentlemen starts perusing. Since I had the garage open, I invited him in for a look at some choicer pieces. He said he was a classical buff so I brought out my stash.

As he is looking through my classical discs, I am sorting my newly acquired 78s and lightly buffing and cleaning them with a slightly damp record cloth. Right away, he berates me for my cleaning method, snubbing his nose at my cloth. I respond back with some words of experience and he keeps at it. Ultimately, I agree with him about VPI cleaning machines being the best method to thoroughly remove mold, dust and gunk that gets built in the grooves of records and we talk about how they are good investments. Conversation gets deeper as we talk about the pros and cons of records being sleeved with poly bag inners as opposed to just paper inner sleeves in the 60s and what that meant for classical recordings. (the exciting dialogue of the unemployed and retired!!)

Light conversation continues until he dropped the bomb, “I used to work for Mercury Records in the 60s mastering albums.” My eyebrow slowly raised as I engaged him further. He did not work there for very long he said because he got fired for stepping in and going above his boss’ head to help save a huge session that was about to happen. I pressed him for details of what session it was but his memory was not serving it up. He was a classical buff but was forced to master Mercury’s pop records, which did not make him too happy.

He found two records, settled up and we parted ways. I managed to sign him up for the email list though, saying I wanted to pick his brain of more stories from the past. He responded, “There’s nothing left of my brain to pick.” and walked away.

Just another day in the life of an unemployed record guy. This all happened before 11 AM. I won’t even get into what happened after 12 o’clock…..

Check out some newly uploaded record pornography under the Shellac Tab

-Gregorious-

Irakere- Chekere Son

I rarely purchase records on ebay. Since my funds are always light, personal record shopping is something I hardly ever partake in. I watch a lot of items on the bay sell, keeping tabs on prices and maybe indulging in a last minute bargain but overall, my shopping record is minimal.

About a year ago, I picked up a copy of the album Irakere by the Cuban group of the same name. The raw power that emitted from my speakers that day almost blew the beard clean off my face. This group gets lumped under the banner of Latin music, which encompasses traditional sounds, jazz, and so many other styles that don’t really represent the nature of Irakere. Sure, the band does have an overwhelming pool of talented jazz influenced musicians, especially with the likes of Arturo Sandoval on trumpet. And the influence of traditional Cuban music will always be an undercurrent when you have a stage of Cuban artists performing! But Irakere is much more than a group to be pigeonholed into a genre and the opening cut on Chekere Son proves this. Within the first few seconds of that needle dropping, a bass line weighing five tons is kick started next to a whirlwind of percussive madness. After a few bars, the rest of the musicians take cue and explode into a blood pumping rhythm with all the horns receiving representation. Halfway through the LP, Irakere nods to a more traditional sound with “La Semilla,” a number that showcases the vocal styling commonly heard in Latin influenced music, all the while maintaining that crisp and polished horn section.

Flip the disc and side two shares that opening wallop of funk and power as heard at the beginning of the album. The opener of side two, “La Comparasa,” runs with that funky beat heard on so many of Irakere’s cuts but the groups jazz influence comes forth in this track, bouncing between hard and heavy and smooth and relaxed. All said and done, this recording represents a pool of talented musicians who have been polishing their skills for a number of years. Their first LP came out in 1973 and until I can pick up the vinyl, I will wait with baited breath to hear those grooves.

As a result of writing this post, I dug up Irakere’s self-titled live LP from my collection, recorded at the Newport Jazz Festival in 1979. Pack up the Delorean and call up Doc because we are going to see some live music. The energy being discharged on this recording is explosive, on par with Otis Redding’s immortal performance at the Monterey Pop Festival in 1967. (In this writer’s opinion, one of the finest live shows captured on tape.)

Doctor Of Vinyl

Nowadays, it’s tough to get a record player fixed. Seriously, how many specialty electronic repair shops can you name in a 10 mile radius of your abode? And if you do find one, the owner likely hasn’t worked on a turntable for years or will charge you 50-100 dollars to fix something stupid like tightening a screw or readjusting your RCA connections.

In a 24 hour period, I helped restore two turntables to working order. Both vinyl enthusiasts had recently moved into new living quarters and had felt they could not properly feel settled in until the turntable was operational and placed prominently in the apartment.

I will be the first to admit that I know very little about fixing electronics and navigating the inner workings of audio equipment. Fortunately, both of these repairs I performed involved replacing needles and doing a little “jiggling,” “tightening” and “poking.” My fellow vinyl comrade, who owned a record store for many many years, invested in a stockpile of brand new replacement needles for turntables back in the 80s. It’s a mini filing cabinet stockpiled with all kinds of stereo, mono, diamond, sapphire, obscure and rare needles for record players. Within 10 minutes of diagnosing each turntable, tightening connections and replacing the needles, both players came to life with brilliant analog sound.

Surviving without a turntable is a rough and rocky road once you have succumbed to the pleasure of playing records. It’s not like going without a cell phone, car, microwave or any other everyday luxury. These devices can be temporarily replaced with landlines, bicycles and the stove. But without a turntable, you simply can’t enjoy your music that is only on wax. It’s left to sit there, staring at your every day until you get around to fixing what needs to be done.

I will always remember the faces of both friends upon them hearing their phonographs come back to life. Surprise, excitement and gratitude were bestowed upon me and it felt tremendous to play the role as their turntable doctor.

Have a turntable that needs fixed? Well, I can offer basic services like replacing the belt, needle and just good old fashioned poking and jiggling. But if your problem is much greater, like replacing RCA connections or doing any internal work, I have a local friend who performs these services for a small fee.

Thanks to all the vinyl nuts who came out to the mid-week sale yesterday and braved the sweltering heat. I saw a few faces I haven’t seen in months and also a surprise appearance from Django at the end! Stay tuned as I hope to be offering in the garage some choice Reggae, Ska and Dub titles from the likes of Version City and Stubborn Records!

-Gregorious-

Highland Park Record Sale Tomorrow!

RECORDS FOR SALE! GIT YOUR RECORDS FOR SALE! SHINY, GLOSSY, BLACK VINYL GROOVES FOR SALE!

MINI RECORD SALE TOMORROW!!!

That’s right, I’m finally getting around to one of my many promised mid-week sales! Took me long enough! Mike and I will be representing in the garage on Thursday with our usual batch of vinyl goodies. I know Mike has new arrivals since you’ve last seen him and I am digging out my new arrivals to price today. So come on by after work, take a load off and listen to some records!

I just took a look at the forecast and it seems that the entire Eastern Seaboard is due for some rain tomorrow. No bother! THE SHOW GOES ON!!

Thursday July 16th 3PM-8PM RAIN OR SHINE
email flyingharryrecords (at) gmail (dot) com for location if you don’t know it by now.

78s ANYONE?
Readers of this blog will know I just hauled into the house a collection of 150 jazz 78s from the late 40s and early to mid 50s. Damn some scorchers are in here. Need some Charlie Parker on Dial? Got It! How about Charles Mingus’ first 78 on Debut? Got It!! Got some holes to fill in your catalog of early Prestige 78s? I Got Some! You get the picture. So many cool shellac discs here. These will not be out out for sale cause i am researching, cleaning, and probably auctioning a lot of these off. But, if 78s are your thang, then come to the sale, make eye contact with me, give the super secret rare jazz 78 handshake and I will bring you inside to peruse. Complimentary lemonade served for those in the secret society.

ACTION PACKED WEEKEND
That’s right folks, I have your last weekend in July planned!

FRIDAY JULY 24th- Soul Rebels Night at the 360 Lounge in New Brunswick, NJ with Fuse, Silent Knight & More!
120 Albany Street New Brunswick, NJ 10PM-?

Haven’t seen Fuse perform live yet? Where the hell have you been? Based out of the New Brunswick zone, Fuse plays a fierce blend of rock, funk and hip-hop with a rotating cast of some of the best MCs in the tri-state area. I mean, I don’t know what else to say here except get off your ass and come see an AMAZING live show. Toasty and X, the Belgian brother super duo who laid the foundation of the group and represent on the big and little strings, just tear the shit right out of any performance they give, leaving you to mop up the sweat you didn’t even realize you were producing. Add on the tight drumming of Pocket, the skills of a maniacal keyboardist known as Jack, and Soul Qlock holding down the fort on the mic and MPC and you have yourselves a group of powerful, raw and talented musicians. Maybe you never saw hip-hop as your style of music, casting it aside based on all the commercial garbage you are bombarded with on TV and Radio. Cast that skepticism aside because FUSE will show you that deep inside, everyone has an appreciation for good music, know matter what genre it falls under. Bring your friends and come ready to accept hip-hop into your life. You’ll never want to turn back.

SATURDAY JULY 25th- Highland Park Record Sale!! 9AM-4PM
RAIN OR SHINE

See some live music on Friday, come shop for records on Saturday! I know I mentioned the prospect of having live music in the backyard during the sale but I haven’t heard a peep about it since then. Monica is the middle person who did the initial reaching out to said musician she knows but nothing has transpired so far. I will keep you all in the loop. But that shouldn’t stop you from coming. ALL FOUR of the vinyl clowns will be representing with records this Saturday so all you 45 heads, make sure you come out! I would also hope that when you come, you compliment on the new paint job of the garage and the drastically trimmed front hedges. I performed neither task but still seek the attention it deserves.

Keep Digging
-Gregorious-

Fat Stacks of Brittle Records

I woke up this morning and felt ornery. I had my coffee and cigarette, started reading emails and the NY Times and realized i needed to buy records today.

Not so much records for my own personal pleasure but good, sellable discs. I made a call to a man up North whom i had kept in touch with. About a year ago, I paid a visit to his house and purchased a few hundred of his father’s jazz records. His father was a journalist in the late 50s and 60s and frequently wrote about jazz music. Keeping in mind that the time period of his activeness in journalism served up prime and smoking jazz recording sessions, alongside the whole concept of the White Label Promo pressing for preview copies well, it was incredible. As I was about to leave with my piles of records, he showed me the 78s, hidden in a cabinet behind a wall. It was weird. I left without cracking those stacks but promised to return one day.

Appointment confirmed and away I drove, dreaming of Robert Johnson, John Lee Hooker and more dirty blues 78s. Seriously, whenever i get excited about looking through a promising 78 collection, that’s all I think about. And god damn if I don’t end up getting disappointed EVERY TIME. Keep in mind folks, those are some rare as dinosaur 78s. Anyway, i didn’t get my blues but i walked away with a stack of 150 jazz 78s from the 40s and 50s. Finding DJ White Label Promo copies of LPs is really cool. Finding DJ White Label Promo copies of 78s? Well, that’s just butter.

Cherry Picking: Definition- The act of pillaging a collection of records and taking all the fantastic stuff and leaving the sloppy seconds for someone else. Well, i picked myself a barrel full of cherries today. Original Charlie Parker 78s on Dial, DJ Promo copies of Dave Brubeck and Cal Tjader’s original 78s on Fantasy Records, Dizzy Gillespie playing with Coltrane, Miles playing with everyone and heaping amounts of promos on Norgran, Prestige, Savoy, and even a ridiculous Acetate Test Pressing of Roland Hanna’s 1959 LP Easy To Love on Atlantic.

Now my knowledge of the 78 market is minimal. Hell, I know the basics that need to be known but it’s just a drop in the bucket. This collection was great though because my knowledge of late 40s, 50s, and 60s Jazz is strong wherein anything prior to the 40s I start to fumble. I stay away from the likes of Benny Goodman, Count Basie, Artie Shaw and all those big recording stars but there are so many obscurities I am unaware of. Of course this makes me wonder what I left behind in the other 400 or so 78s that are still there but as I left, he said I could come back and buy more for half the price since he knew I took all the good ones this time.

So bring on the shellac! Those fragile, brittle, scratchy records are seeped in history, representing a time period when the underground was churning out all the musicians who would later revolutionize jazz music in the 50s and 60s. But keep those Benny Goodman records a good 100 feet from me- i want nothing to do with them.

Check out the Shellac page on the site for some label snapshots (or 78 pornography) of some of the nicer titles. I will continue to update with more pictures as i begin to liquidate the collection. Oh yeah, I’m not keeping any of these, except for the cool country DJ promo on Capitol about chewing tobacco.

Call me when you find that Robert Johnson 78
-Gregorious-

Digging For Wax At The Philadelphia Record Fair

The 2009 Philadelphia Record Fair went down yesterday at the spacious Institute of Contemporary Arts in West Philly. Vox Populi, a collective of artists who have the opportunity to showcase their works through galleries, exhibitions, and performances, has been hosting this event as a fundraiser for their organization.

Over the past six years, I have represented at many record conventions in the tri-state area, big and small. A record show will always draw out collectors from underneath the woodwork, alongside the same people who come to every show. The trick with trying to organize a successful event is to not only reach out far and wide with your advertising to get more customers but also find new and ecelectic dealers to sell. Jamie and the gang at Vox succeeded in both and hosted another rousing sale of vinyl under one roof.

The ability to dig through unorganized boxes that could potentially contain gems make a record show worthwhile. Sure, there were tons of dealers at the Philly show who had all of their vinyl priced, organized and alphabetized with 40 and 50 dollar price tags peeking out at you from the crates. Good selection, clean vinyl and maybe you can get a bargain.The guys you want to hit up though are the ones who just throw boxes on the table and let people tear them apart. There were a few cats there who knew records and had some HEAT, though in mixed condition and unorganized boxes. Prices were cheap on some great selections of funk and soul LPs, along with some choice reissues of original discs. While I am a fan of finding the OG, picking up a nice reissue for two bucks holds me over until i can find the first pressing.

And then there was the guy who buys bulk records from house clean outs and sets up. You convince yourself to keep digging through piles of Dean Martin and Frank Sinatra records in hopes of finding something overlooked. And I did…

The most exciting trend to observe is the representation of younger collectors buying records. Over the past two years, guys and girls in their late teens and early twenties are out in full force building their collections. While you might try and showcase your rare Blue Notes to the old school jazz cats and the Japanese buyers you see at every sale, the younger crowd is buying David Bowie, Talking Heads, Led Zeppelin, The Doors and all those really good, yet common, artists. These are the people who will help continue to make vinyl a sought after medium. Without fresh faces at these social gatherings, the pool of customers and faces becomes monotonous as you try and sell to the same old people.

As of now, the event will remain an annual affair so keep your eyes peeled to the Internet for more information about the 2010 throwdown, most likely occurring sometime in March or April.

I rarely shop for records at conventions due to my ever dwindling wallet and the desire to maximize the profit I make selling records at these shows but, i broke down and picked up some wax. Here is a sampling of what’s making its way to my turntables over the next few weeks:

Kruder & Dorfmeister- G-Stoned EP
Oneness of JuJu- African Rhythms
Thievery Corporation- Sounds from The Thievery Hi-Fi 2LP
Maceo and All The King’s Men- Doin Their Own Thing
The Amazing Mets LP
Ravi Shankar- Three Ragas on Capitol Records
Ike Turner Presents Family Vibes- Strange Fruit
Hugh Masekela & The Union of South Africa on Chisa Records
Procul Harum- Self-Titled on Deram
Horace Silver- Finger Poppin on Blue Note Records
King Curtis- Soul Meeting on Prestige Records
Dr. John- Babylon on Atco Records
Curtis Mayfield- Curtis in Chicago Record Live
Johnny Winter- First Winter LP on Buddah
Chief Stephen Osita Osadebe- People’s Club Special Nigeria
Weezer- The Blue Album
The Congos- Heart of the Congos (reissue)
Roy Ayers- Coffy Soundtrack (reissue)
Cymande- Self-Titled (reissue)

Keep Digging-
Gregorious

Wild Magnolias with The New Orleans Project

Thanks to my man Mike for hooking it up with not one but two copies of this killer album. I’ve always had a strong affinity to the music of New Orleans, especially from the 60s and early 70s. During this time, the amount of raw talent that was presenting itself onto the scene was overwhelming and surprisingly, most of it went unheard outside of the city. Artists like Dr. John and the Meters went on to receive more national and worldwide attention but acts like Eddie Bo, the Magnolias, Lee Dorsey and the Explosions are truly being rediscovered and appreciated nowadays on a global level.

The Wild Magnolias are a group of musicians, dating all the way back to the 50s, who  participate in Mardi Gras celebrations and parades by dressing up in Native American garb (with some flair) and practice  local customs and traditions of New Orleans’ tribes from long ago. It wasn’t until 1970 when a label finally took a chance on these unique and well-dressed artists and released the scorching single, a New Orleans favorite, called “Handa Wanda.” Two proper albums came out after that in the early 70s but then they were dropped from mainstream notice.

The Magnolias are still recording and performing to this day and sporadically released more albums in the 80s and 90s on small labels but it’s their first LP on Polydor, featuring the esteemed Willie Tee taking care of all the killer arrangements, that captures this group at their finest! Raw ass funk here folks. Foot stomping, ass shaking, sweat dripping funk from the deepest of the South!

Stand out tracks include “Handa Wanda” and “Smoke My Peace Pipe”