Original released on LP Embryo SD 733
(US, 1971)
Well, we all grow older, don't we? Sometimes, our musical tastes mellow just a bit. In my case, I like to think I've matured since my younger days, when I was all full of piss and vinegar. Back then, I liked my acid rock loud and furious. I clearly had no time for something like this, which I doubt I ever listened to more than once before coming to it once again in my collection just the other day. It was one of the two albums I least liked in my collection, and I kept them just for demonstration should anyone want to hear what I disliked so much. Just for comparison. I still can't say this record is wonderful, but it surely deserves its rightful place among the rest of the albums I'm glad I own. Not to mention it appears to have been a solid investment, seeing what it goes for nowadays. Musically, it is almost never short of being at least interesting. Offered is all-female vocal, soft jazz/pop that at times veers into lounge territory, but at others is slightly scat influenced. The four-piece group uses a bevy of session players, including Jann Hammer and Herbie Mann, among many others. They opted to omit guitar, except for bass, with the lead instruments primarily organ, sax and trumpet (including what I swear sounded like wah-wah on one trumpet section). Notice that John Bongiovi's father produced it too. The closing cut is a solo by the singer on piano, and still does nothing for me. But I still say this bunch of guys and gal are a pretty unattractive group, both on the front, with the staged group-hug that looks awkward, to the opaque photo on the back with them all smiling and looking even worse! That guy at the top looks like a real-life vampire with those teeth, and the singer looks like a cousin to Joplin! (in RateYourMusic)
