1970, here’s one of the highest peaks of his career. Formidable album, mind-blowing groove, a wild band, and him... he’s insane, an unstoppable rhythm machine on stage, flesh, blood, sweat, and a constantly moving ass. A fundamental masterpiece to understand, among other things, what "Funk" really means, and to launch it into the empyrean, the title track alone (in its best version) would suffice—a ten-minute whirlpool from which you cannot, and do not want to, escape. Immense. This is THE GROOVE.
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