If Bob is the King of Reggae, Dennis Brown the Crown Prince and Gregory Isaacs the Cool Ruler, then Beres Hammond is the Emperor? Well, definitely the Emperor of lover’s rock. No debating that. And more than that, he’s a living legend, a breathing relic who is to reggae what Otis Redding, Marvin, Curtis, David Ruffin or Jerry Butler are to R&B / Soul music. I’d put money on it that many babies were made to this brother’s music. And because, well, I felt like it, hit the jump for Beres’ video to Rockaway which brings back fond memories of living in VA and making the 8 hour drive from from VA Beach to NYC damn near every weekend. A nostalgic tune which will be forever rooted in my brain.
I fucking love me some Black Uhuru. Word to Keola! They defined raw, rootsy, dub reggae and Sly & Robbie murdered it on the production tip. Even better? The dub. Peace to Michael Rose (vocals on this album), Don Carlos, Junior Reid, Sly & Robbie and Duckie Simpson.
Footage of Marvin performing his 8 minute interstellar funk opus, featured on his 1978 release, Here, My Dear which is considered his most personal album ever written, mostly due to the events that unfolded prior-to and during the recording process. At the time, Marvin’s relationship with Anna Gordy reached a tipping point of no return, and began to disintegrate drastically. Throughout the entire album, Marvin vividly paints the ups and downs of his relationship with the daughter of Berry Gordy, especially on Is That Enough? (does that intro sound familiar?) where he declares:
“The judge said she got to keep on living the way she accustomed to / She trying to break a man / I don’t understand / Somebody tell me please, tell me please / Why do I have to pay attorney fees?”
Goosebumps! A Funky Space Reincarnation however, tells a romantic tale of leaving Earth on a love-triggered journey into interstellar space, and is this writer’s favorite off the entire fourteen-track deep LP, and definitely one of the funkiest cuts.
Music won’t have no race. Only space, Peaceful space!
A song from my childhood that I remember vividly hearing emanating from Pops’ Nissan Datsun back in the 80s. During that time when most oldies (but goodies) were mad short (like Kim Jung Un’s stature and temper. Speaking of, have you ever seen a photo of dude that shows him from head to toe? No. Know why? Because with his iron-fist raised, he said so. Unless you wanna get thrown in his labor camp, eat funky-ass week’s old sticky white rice and watch re-runs of Dennis Rodman’s wrestling career. Nobody wants that). Co-written by the greatest to ever fucking do it, Otis Redding.
It’s safe to say I’m dumb-hyped on this new project from Ghostface Killah & Adrian Younge (available now digitally, or on two different pieces of wax: Soul Temple Records or Get On Down). My fascination for Adrian Younge started when my big brother DJ Jimmy Taco scooped me for a ride home one day, and had an Adrian Younge Black Dynamite Orchestra album rocking in the CD deck. After divulging what the album was, I went home and downloaded everything I could find from him, which in turn ultimately led me to buy everything he’s ever put out on wax: Adrian Younge Presents The Delfonics, Turn Down the Sound 7″, and Stop and Look 7″. The one I’m still after is Something About April which proves damn near impossible to find a copy of, even on the web. It’s all about that It’s Me joint with those filthy Hammond organ hits that sounds like some ’93 Wu shit (Wendy Rene – After Laughter, anyone?), Rebecca Jordan’s amazing voice, that mean-as-fuck bassline that sticks to your soul like soul-food sticks to your ribs, and those subtle yet profoundly epic strings. Thankfully the homie DJ Rhettmatic hipped me to the fact that Adrian and Wax Poetics will be repressing this gem very soon (fingers crossed). As for Twelve Reasons to Die, I caved in and scooped up both the Soul Temple Records bundle and the Get On Down bundle. It definitely put a dent into my already malnourished pockets -but ah fuck it!- it was well worth it.
Anywho, enjoy these dark, gothic visuals for Rise of the Ghostface Killah which really sets the 60s-Italian-crime-saga tone graphically. Nice little cameo from the beautiful Logan of Height Five Seven as well. ILL.