Saturday, July 17, 2010

Mother's Finest. Fire. 1976

I barely remember when silk scarves were super cool, but I do remember some of the sweet jams that were ripped whilst wearing them. Nothing beats a speedy funky bottom, with a spit shine of guitar face splitting. Throw in some gospel "raise the roofers" and you got a bootie mover that will turn your average suburban high-school music dork into a freaked out albino fret wizard.

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