'Uberdimensionale' is the word of the week, no question.
I know, you’ll think having all those Playboy magazines has turned me into a right smutmonger, but I swear this is a great album. Not great as in Stevie’s ‘Innervisions’ or Coleman’s ‘Shape Of Jazz To Come’, of course, but you guessed that by the sleeve, didn’t you? For prime, swinging big band sounds circa 1969, however, you need look no further. Right from the off with ‘Sunday Love Affair’ the tone is set with a funky feel, then ‘She’s Gotta Have Soul’ takes things down tempo into that easy-but-hip groove. OK, there’s a blatant rip-off of Q’s ‘Big band Bossa Nova’ in the form of ‘Make Up’, but in the context of all that’s fine and dandy here, it’s forgivable. It’s all just right for life in a Playboy pad too, of course.
In ‘No Country For Old Men’ Carla Jean asks Llewelyn where he got the pistol from. ‘At the gettin’ place’, he replies. Well as you know the ‘net’s full of gettin places when it comes to music. I got this album from here.
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