The jazz trumpeter and composer Donald Byrd has one of the most illustrious and funky discographies known to man, being sampled almost more than any other jazz figure; literally every single one of his mid ‘70s LPs is a necessity for any self-respecting jazz-funk fan or breaks-head. I love all of his stuff, but lately I find myself digging on this album a lot, one of his lesser-known outings which rolls along like a turgid river, Byrd’s trumpet caressing your ears like a cool breeze. Starting out as a strictly mid-tempo jam, this song abruptly shifts into high gear close to 3 minutes in, and hold onto your hats people, because off they go; mad props to King Errisson on the congas & Harvey Mason on the drums for totally holding it down here, making things real chunky and funky for us all to enjoy! Also, how about a hand for the workin’ girls on the cover, can I get an “amen”?!
