"This generation needs a soul cleansing. These days it's too easy to get caught up in distractions-- iPhones, Twitter, Lady Gaga-- and forget about the true party favors. Deep down we are begging for a savior, perhaps a righteous cocktail of relentless rhythmic entitlement. You know-- the type of beat that grabs booties of all sizes and gives them a nice shaking.
We are talking about soul, and, lucky for us locals, The Chicken Slacks have turned Thursday nights at The Cantab into a sweat-drenched ode to a time we can all dig, a time when the Godfather of Soul was alive and sane, a time when people willfully danced around divine beats, all while carrying the devil's intentions in their hips.
The Slacks make you believe that somewhere the Reverend Al Green himself approaches a gospel choir and asks, "Can I get a witness?" Why not witness it for yourself? Amen. Wallace."
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yeah..the kind of moral righteousness that guys like Diamond D just oooze from every pore!!
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