By Isa Jones
By Mary Willson
By Brian Turk
By Drew AIles
By Taylor Boylston
By Bree Davies
By Emerald O'Brien
David Kimbrough Jr. , Shell Shocked (Lucky 13 / BC Records); Burnside Exploration, The Record (Lucky 13 / BC Records). While Fat Possum Records has all but abandoned the "Not Your Same Old Blues Crap" of people like R.L. Burnside and Junior Kimbrough, both the Kimbrough and Burnside families have produced new generations of first-rate players. David Kimbrough Jr. (son of Junior) and the Burnside Exploration (featuring a son and a grandson of R.L.) both released albums worthy of the droning, whiskey-delic Mississippi Hill Country boogie/blues tradition of their forefathers. The Burnside Exploration album is a raucous and primal, rotgut-Saturday-night onslaught of guitar distortion and bashed drums with occasional tinges of Dirty South hip-hop. Kimbrough's Shell Shocked rocks just as hard in spots, but it's downright harrowing in others, as on "Wild Turkey" and "I Don't Do the Things I Used To." What's more, Kimbrough's keening tenor is the finest singing voice this subgenre has ever had.
The Kashmere Stage Band, Texas Thunder Soul 1968-74 (Now-Again Records). In the mid-'70s, faced with a flurry of band defections, James Brown discovered that immortal funk music did not require elite musicianship as long as the players were well directed and disciplined. The results of Brown's eureka moment eventually provided him with one of his most fertile periods. Houston high-school band teacher Conrad Johnson, director of the Kashmere Stage Band, came to the same conclusion, with results that are no less funky. The luxuriant big-band jazz funk on this double CD makes it nearly impossible to believe that it's the work of students from one inner-city high school -- or even from all of the high schools in America put together.
King Curtis, Live at Fillmore West (Koch Records). Brown's discovery notwithstanding, elite musicians did create immortal funk, as evidenced on this King Curtis live set. Curtis, a sax player who was murdered at age 41, just a few months after the album was recorded, had that squalling, harsh tone that dates back to guys like Illinois Jacquet, Arnett Cobb and Eddie "Cleanhead" Vinson. Here he unleashes it on an array of hits from all over 1971 pop-music spectrum, so alongside expected songs like "Memphis Soul Stew," you also get funkified renditions of country and folk fare like "Ode to Billy Joe" and "Mr. Bojangles" and classic-rock staples "A Whiter Shade of Pale," "My Sweet Lord" and even Led Zeppelin's "Whole Lotta Love." Oh, yeah -- we also mentioned that Curtis had some musicians: How about the Memphis Horns, Billy Preston on the organ and guitarist Cornell Dupree?
James Hunter, People Gonna Talk (Rounder Records). Here's the roots-music story of the year: James Hunter stepped out of the shadows of Van Morrison, for whom he'd served as lead guitarist for several years, and emerged front and center as the leader of his own band. On People Gonna Talk, the suave Englishman wraps his honeyed, Sam Cooke-ian tenor equally around early ska and rocksteady, the proto-funk of James Brown's early career, and 1963-style big-city blues, all framed by tight, spry horns and occasional pizzicato strings. The complete package is as smooth and thrilling as a moonlit ride in a T-Bird convertible on an open stretch of coastal highway.
Various Artists, Roots of Rumba (Crammed Discs). This is an endlessly compelling exploration of 1950s-vintage sides from the former Belgian Congo, where the Cuban rumba was invented and later transformed. When Cuban recordings reached Kinshasa (then known as Leopoldville), the Congolese instantly recognized them as the work of their kinfolk, who were taken in chains to the sugar fields. In the Congo, local musicians replaced Cuban piano parts with guitars and Spanish lyrics with others in Lingala, and their Afro-rumba would go on to sweep the continent in the late '50s and early '60s. Many of those tunes are here, and they come in a beautifully photographed package with copious liner notes.
DJ Spooky, DJ Spooky Presents in Fine Style: 50,000 Volts of Trojan Records (Trojan). Even if you consider yourself up to speed on the Trojan catalogue, you should still pick up this two-CD set. While DJ Spooky is characteristically pedantic in the liner notes, there is no doubt he did a fine job harvesting obscurities such as Derrick Morgan's weirdly incredible "The Great Musical Battle" and Peter Tosh's judicial proceedings in "Here Comes the Judge," placing them alongside ganja-baked covers of the Beatles' "Come Together" and Peggy Lee's "Fever" and classic Jamaican hits like "007 Shanty Town" and "Rudy a Message to You." The collection also touches on every era of Jamaican music, from ska and rocksteady right up to the first shimmerings of dub, making this a perfect gift for neophytes.