This week’s post will probably be a little bit shorter than normal as it’s a record that there isn’t too much information about. In this case though, it’ll be simply about letting the song do the talking and this tune doesn’t just talk it shouts at the top of it’s voice!!
My first introduction to this track came across a highly regarded compilation put together by one of our favourite djs here on Gazfunk (and a thoroughly nice chap to boot!) – the one and only Mr Keb Darge. This song featured on his “Legendary Deep Funk Vol 1” comp released in 1997 and it became one of those records that I just had to get a copy of.
Fast forward some time when my record collecting levels were going through the roof and I finally managed to bag myself a copy. The tune was to prove so popular on the deep funk scene that one of our favourite labels from today, Germany’s “Tramp” records reissued a version of it a few years ago on the “Rising Tramp” label with an identical look to the original.
So what does this record bring to the party? Well it is undoubtedly a deep funk monster that kills the dancefloor. What is quite unique about it is just how raw it sounds, especially considering it is out of Philly – a lot of black music that came from the City Of Brotherly Love around this time has a slower, more produced sound – this however sounds like it could’ve been cut in New Orleans or the Bay Area. With swirling organ, saxophone, some nice guitar playing and sample ready drum breaks this is one tune to shake your rump to!!