I’m not one to flaunt the adoration of a greatest hits, nor am I one to claim to have infinite knowledge of Funk music, but it would take a thoughtless buffoon, yes a fucking clown, to deny Sly, and his Family, some serious fucking kudos for this magnum opus. It’s a mix of everything the band, a collective of 21 artists, and the first “integrated, multi-gender lineup”, created; a funky, dancy psychedelia powerhouse of hip-shaking goodness. There are a few cracking tracks that didn’t make the cut, but Sly knew what he was doing, and nothing quite sums up their prolific 60’s period where the re-energised black music like this does. There’s a quote that can sum all of this up quite simply; “there are two types of black music: black music before Sly Stone, and black music after Sly Stone”. Word.
The effortless Pure Ectsasy from Austin pour lo-fi, chilled out sauce all over your speaker spaghetti. Led by the lackadaisical singer-songwriter Nate Grace, they have released only a few single seven-inches; the music is p.cool. Sounds like a Real Estate who dabbled in psychedelia and record their tracks live.
Marrying abrasive drone-ish, noisey fuzz with eerie melodic vocals sounds like something of a science-fiction novel, yet quartet ‘Women’ from Calgary effortlessly accomplish this to a level Kevin Shields would be proud of. The LP itself is a fucking mash of different genres and angle that collectively form a contender for album of the year. They shock and satisify the listener at every track; just try defining this album into a genre. The only real ‘tag’ this album has got is postwave, which is just a bit of a fucking laugh really but sounds rad.
Last track on the album is a beast.
Drone, indie, shoegaze, kraut, pop, noise… postwave? Easily my favourite album of the year.
I’ll start off with some necessary fucking music that will hopefully set the scene rather than let this spiral into a maelstrom of arse. I don’t give a fuck if some hispter fuck future-garage producer disagrees but The Mamas & the Papas are a bitchin’ band and everyone who likes a decent melody should be ball deep in their Greatest Hits.
Here’s an amazing video of some guy in a nice jumper explaining the whole situation, got it?
Here’s the best of as it has some of the best harmonies fucking going.