Free Your Mind (via Discogs)
This is the second P-Funk release of the year and there are more to come.
This one, according to George Clinton, was an attempt to make an album while everyone in the studio was tripping on acid.
Far out.
It has the obligatory weirdness of random studio noises and cosmic monologues, and it has heavy, Hendrix-inspired, lead guitar, wha-wha-ed and phased to within an inch of its life. In the end there isn’t a lot that’s distinctive enough about it to make we want to listen to it again. Crucially, Bootsie Collins had not yet joined the collective. That means there’s lots of -adelic and not enough Funk.
It’s worth noting, though, that had this been by a white band, there would be ageing fanboys all over it. Although I’m not that taken with the album, it’s a lot better than some of the stuff that’s still celebrated.
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