It surprises me that previous reviewers have failed to mention "Get Down To It", one of Pie's/Marriott's finest songs and well deserving of being among the best soul/stax pieces EVER written. Alone, it's well worth the price of this platter. Throbbing, pushing, and downright glorious in all its filthy thrust and consummate simplicity, it's a machine of pulsating sexual allure.
True enough, Eat It is a scattered ensemble of songs veering in sundry directions -- from country to gospel to hard rock -- but it's contained by Marriott's deeply ingrained culture of 'seedy' and 'marginal' music while yielding to various temptations and giving the nod to his influences. Here is an album that showcases his talents and inspirations in many genres. Musically unified it might not be, yet at times, stone cold classic IT IS. Oh, and did I mention the harmonies so seductively warbled by the Blackberries? (Please remix this! And add the rumoured missing tracks.)
This is Marriott's last real vision of the Pie in its most overreaching, tantalizing, and often successful form. Without Frampton, there's a freedom that slides away from pop and folk towards Marriott's Black roots. Brimming with personality and more than often with scintillating songs (Beckton Dumps, Get Down To It, Black Coffee, I Believe To My Soul, Summer Song where the gtr work is a marvel of exquisite simplicity and taste, etc.), Eat It is a naked splattering of music that reveals the man's sources...and resources in ways you would never hear today from a musician. The difference lies in the range of culture these artists grew up with, something that's almost historically out of reach with modern musicians. While some are covers, this album is one of Pie's juiciest slices ever. (Later Pie offerings would be a parody of Eat It, although they are pearls to be found.)
So, just eat it, and find out.
Your taste buds will thank you.