Karl Hector & the Malcouns - matt

Friends - 

As I lie here waiting for the day to arrive when I have 5 teeth removed from my skull (yes, 5: I have more teeth than you), I lament on the wave of funkiness that I have been riding for some time.  I cannot stress enough how important, nay VITAL, it is that you go to your nearest computer and order this album.  

Karl Hector & the motherfucking Malcouns.

As I listen to this amazing vinyl, I am assaulted with funk on a level comparable to that of Mr. Mulatu Astatke.  We’re dealing with some serious funk and groove.  To say this band is tight is an understatement; they make this music seem as though it was put together by robots of grooviness….from the future.  There’s a definite African influence in this music, and it’s heavy on the beat, vibes and and bass. In the pocket, babe.  In the pocket.   Karl Hector, man of genius!

Sahara Swing

Toure Samar

Rush Hour

Koloko, Pt. 1

Salame!

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