Re-hearing the Curtis Mayfield-avant soul of Judgment, the proto-acid jazz groove vonce of Tune Up, the neo-soul slow drag prophecy of Rosemary Blue (penned by Neil Sedaka!) 25 years later, I know now that I totally slept on a most seminal pop vocal album.

[D]uring the 'twenties, jazz developed from an infrequent ‘hokum’ music in a few vaudeville acts to a household commodity.

When you are colonized by dangerous bacteria their presence in your body does no damage. You become a reservoir for those little stinkers.

They walked around in the roky damp, in silence.