I reckon it's the chemistry between organ, sax and guitar which makes this album such an enjoyable, happily funky, melodic treat. From the title track onwards Smith and Turrentine alternate solos, following and embellishing one another's melody lines. Sometimes the organ is delivering a rich bounce; at others rumbling deeply like distant thunder. Turrentine is the ideal partner, with a richly mellow reed sound, whether he's producing perky notes, or lazy honeyed melodic layers.
Burrell on guitar is enmeshed in the tight sound, driven along sympathetically by Bailey's drums. The shortest track here is just short of six minutes, while the longest is more than double that. As a result, there is time for the soloists to 'pass the baton round' and stretch out, and the music is given plenty of room to breath. Richly lovely stuff.