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Tabou Combo - Respect (1973 reissue)
By: Joel Frieders
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I get off on percussion. I get off on busy rhythmic guitar work. I get off on music I've never heard before.
I get off on percussion under busy rhythmic guitar work on music I've never heard before.
Hearing new music might be my one addiction that I haven't been able to tame over the past decade when the internet started cooperating in feeding me my smack. If I didn't have so many kids, I would probably collect the physical copies of this smack/music in assorted forms, including but not limited to live VHS dubbed concert footage, vintage cassette tape, the ever-elusive compact music disc and of course, limited runs of really trippy I'd-rather-hang-it-on-my-wall-than-play-it vinyl.
Sure, I will blame the kids. Me not actually collecting any of those things has nothing to do with the fact that I am unorganized, flighty and extremely sexual.
Moving on.
Tabou Combo's 1973 album, titled Respect dot dot dot, is a perfect example of an internationally seasoned funk salad. I won't claim to be an expert on the Haitian culture, but it feels like a mash of Latin, French and African musics but with a guitar player in the background just murdering shit. On the second track, Minouche (which starts out in a melody similar to La Bamba to my American Guero earholes) you're all "oh this is nice" and then you hear this dude on the guitar with 88 pounds of fatty reverb dripping off of and slathered ontop of his guitar tone. It sounds like his guitar is being slow cooked over an enclosed rotisserie normally reserved for pigs and out of hand bushmen.
While I'm used to my various sources of domestic and international funk inside of various genres like soul, merengue, salsa, bachata, belgian carrot juicer polka and Inuit/Canadaian folk hymns from labels like Numero Group (HELL YEAH CULT CARGO!) and Now Again, I'm happy to add Secret Stash to my slow growing reference library for the awesomez.
They call Haitian party music Compas, and while this has a lot of those aspects I don't really recognize but now love, you can def hear the American influences. It's a bowl of ice cream on fire. I fucking love it.
Download the track Al Lav1 HERE
HOW FUNKY ARE YER FEETS A FEELINS?!?!?!
Secret Stash is doing a pre-order for a really trippy purple vinyl release of this record. GRAB THAT shit ASAP!
