This second studio effort from the funkiest white Washingtonians fits that bill from intro to outro. It also captures the essence of this band incredibly well.
This is a band that loves a groove, a screamed plea and maintaining a vibe.
Frontman Ian Svenonius continues to destroy his vocal chords with exaberated exhortations bemoaning his romantic treatment, while invited as all along for his gospel music rides. If there is a church somewhere that presents the righteous message in just such a format then I might well get out of bed one Sunday morning, don a natty suit and mosey on down (conscious of likely lightening strikes).
The album is not quite perfect. It curiously loses a little momentum and energy in the back half, (what I suspect might well be ‘side 2’ on any vinyl version), with a groove ever so slightly on the somnolent side. Nevertheless, I feel Live in the Rhythm Hive:
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