James Brown
Cold Sweat

THE REVIEW

The Irresistible Funk-Soul of 'Mr. Dynamite'

A conglomerate of pure energy that bursts from one end of the stage to the other, a 'dynamite charge' that explodes into frenzied screams of pure 'Soul-Music.' That's what James Brown is. 'Mr. Dynamite,' as he called himself at the beginning of his career.
One of the most illustrious exponents of 'soul music,' a pioneer of modern 'Black-Music,' and a forerunner of future 'Funk' trends.
Once off the stage, he has always been a wild man. Born in 1933 in a shack in the countryside of South Carolina, raised in a brothel in Georgia, surviving between thefts and a huge passion for 'Gospel,' he never knew in his life either the affection of parents or a shred of what we consider 'normal life.'
No sooner does he escape misery through music, he immediately stains himself with unpleasant episodes that plunge him into the most sordid pages of crime news: violence, drug abuse, driving under hallucinogens (at almost 70 years old), and so on.
Live, as black tradition dictates, he has always given his best, throwing his whole soul to the audience, which was trapped in that small, stocky body, with that enormous and unreal face with a hyper-teased hairdo that made him look so much like a rubber mask.

"Cold Sweat" is an album that encompasses the best of Brown's production in the way that is most appropriate and physiological for his music, the only one that can truly do him justice: live performance. 16 tracks all recorded live 'At Chastain Park, Atlanta, Georgia.'
The energy bursts from the speakers overwhelmingly, the fervor with which the artist performs the pieces is at its peak.
Irresistible are the faster and funky pieces, from the overwhelming "Get Up Offa That Thing", through the frenzied version of "Papa's Got A Brand New Bag", reaching the famous notes of his greatest commercial success "I Got You (I Feel Good)". Spine-tingling are the slower ones, like the spectacular 'soul-love-song' "Try Me", the melancholic version of "Georgia On My Mind", the desperate cry of "Please, Please, Please", and finally, the dramatic and splendid 9 minutes of the epic "It's A Man's, Man's, Man's World".
The horns reign supreme. The band that accompanies Brown is always very inspired and in high spirits. It’s easy to be so when driven by the enormous charge and vocal authority of the 'GodFatherOfSoul,' as he loves to call himself.

The best of James Brown live, sixty minutes of pure musical energy, which will explode overwhelmingly from your stereo systems. There are no better words to describe this artist's music in concert: Uncontrollable.