Black Merda
Black Merda

THE REVIEW

In the end, there are no mandatory steps in falling in love, you fall in love like this, nobody knows why, nobody knows how, but that's how it is.

But also not. There are always those two or three fixed reasons that connect it all, but also the blow-up, sometimes the rockerilla, and you dive into the crowd.

Moral: I tell you that in 1970 (the 25th-anniversary edition has just come out fresh) four African Americans share their passion between Jimi Hendrix and Black-Funk, and they can't connect it all, but after various verbal-and-non clashes, they realize that it all connects in the skin, but not zzzzzzz, but not default, but not mameli, but Black instead. Jimi is (at the time "is", soon after "was", but unfortunately that icy one is another thing) Black, Funk is Black music... an unformed mass of Black, a lovely four-kilogram skein of solid and steaming Black Crap like just baked from a greedy intestine.

Many of you have already fallen in love with them, don’t deny it because it’s true. Black Merda attracts, it has its charm, it draws you like a fly, and thousands of billions of flies in the world can't be wrong.

If they had been called "Giants Of Funky Psych Rock" or "Funk People Doing Fuzzy Things", I would probably have left them in the sea of "I'll listen," along with the seventy-four million '70s bands buried by the sands of time like Titanic Budgie Dust Ice-Cross Poobah Mountain Straeberry-Path Boot May-Blitz Incredible-Hog Groundhogs Dark etc., etc... which are all very valid, Hard Rock of various molds and styles, but it’s useless to deny that if I have to choose blindly between May Blitz and Black Merda, I dive with a backward somersault into Black Merda, because it's already love.

I could explain to you that in the muddy mix you can find the minute of acid distortions like the two minutes of slapped bass, interrupted by three minutes of early psychedelic diversion. I could explain to you that this is one of those groups without any precise identity, typical of the ferment of those years, doing Crossover without knowing that was the name. I could explain many things, but I know well that you will get this record only because when someone browses through your discotheque, you'll feel a subtle pleasure when they exclaim in amazement - Black Merda?!... but do you know them all?! - ... and you'll say - yes, I know them all, I'm cool, put on the Black Merda, 'gnùrant', listen to that acid and fuzzy groove. And let’s roll a joint. -

Funk You Merda's People!