On "Chicago Damn," Bobbi Humphrey's flute meanders, arching in behind that funky keyboard, the music forming a formidable backdrop, soporific, transcendal.
"Harlem River Dance," is indeed possibly one of the pimpiest (does that word exist?) tracks you will hear on a record. It's just so damn smooth, from the flute bursts to the incessant chorus. Easily the best track on the album, another classic baseline.
"Blacks and Blues," is great; smooth, stylish Jazz, Humphrey's most subtle performance.
The one dud on the album has to be,"just a love child." It doesn't matter what the guy who writes the sleeve notes tries to tell you - Humphrey really sounds like a flutist trying her hand at singing, the whole composition just doesn't work.
Despite some minor flaws this is classic Mizell brothers work from the early 70's, a catchy fusion of soul, jazz and funk, undoubtedly a visionary sound.
Worth a place next to your Donald Byrd albums from the same era.