This is one of those smokin albums, so full of detail and expression that you have to listen to again and again to gain every innuendo, every element and to truly understand the meaning of what the players are doing.
I dunno if I dig this album being stuck in "acid jazz"; I kinda agree more with Charlie Hunter himself who has resisted that category by labelling his style "antacid jazz". Whatever, for me personally Hunter and his various troupes over time have built the bridge for me to escape the single-minded torments of pop and rock to enter the exciting, vivacious, ever-changing realm of modern jazz.
Groovy to the max, funky out the door, always exciting and always involving, Charlie Hunter and his gang are the peak of modern jazz for young-minded folks. Hell, you know that if the young folks are buggin the old fogies, them be the young folks to hang with. Isn't it ironic then that Hunter and buddies tend to worship the work of the old school (Colemen, Mingus, et al.)?
This album in particular is a tremendous example of the Hunter groove. Rawer than some of the newer albums, and less produced, it has some great loose moments and some amazing horn work from Dave Ellis. Make sure you sit down for this one; otherwise you may find yourself shakin that booty in ways you never imagined you could.