Joe Beck Beck (Vinyl, Kudu Records, 1975) ***
Genre: Jazz fusion
Places I remember: Second hand store between Palmerston North and Whanganui - can't remember its name, sorry.
Fab, and all the other pimply hyperboles: Texas Ann
Gear costume: Brothers and Others
Active compensatory factors: Allmusic reviewer Thom Jurek reckons, 'Beck is essential listening for anyone interested in mid-'70s commercial jazz. The chops are there, but far more than that, Beck leads a band into a soul-deep blowing session with killer charts, nasty tunes, and killer vibes'.
So there!
Over the years, I've noticed this one in album racks and wondered about it. To be honest the weird cover image by Abdul Mati Klarwein has kind of put me off a bit in the past but I took a punt on it recently because it's a mid seventies fusion album with David Sanborn on sax and Steve Khan on guitar along with Beck.
All are fine players and the music rates high on the listenability-metre as a result.
Where do they all belong? As Jurek says, it fits in the mid seventies commercial fusion genre nicely.
Music is the wine that fills the cup of silence - ROBERT FRIPP. Information is not knowledge; knowledge is not wisdom; wisdom is not truth; truth is not beauty; beauty is not love; love is not music; MUSIC IS THE BEST - FRANK ZAPPA. I think we're a little happier when we have a little music in our lives - STEVE JOBS. Music in the soul can be heard by the universe - LAO TZU. Rock and Roll is fire, man. FIRE. - DAVID BRIGGS. Music grips you, gets into your soul - GEORGE MARTIN
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Wednesday, May 20, 2020
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