from the 12” single, Radar Records, 1984Some songs have the tendency to captivate---whether it’s the numerous layers, or the particular chord progressions, or simply the reckless abandon with which they are inspired & recorded through---an ability to capture our inclusive attention, forcing the other thoughts inside our Byzantine minds to submit, rhythms and sensations of the universe. Damn dude, admittedly wasted here… Cannabis & alcohol have such an interesting synthesis, seemingly variable to the set & setting, but always pummeling in nature, and it’ll be seven days ‘til Sunday before the right words get collated to amply describe the vibe. Anyways, my trashy-afternoon ass is all kinds of hooked on Barbara Fowler, because this diva can sing, not to mention the infinite amount of synth-tastic accoutrements that this bumpy track brings, a true feast of kicks. Zigga-zigga zow.
