If you’re looking for the definitive soundtrack to match the groovy Blaxploitation movie in your head, this little gem is waiting for you fully realised. So consistent is the funky-ass mood on this disc that it is almost a concept album, but in the best way. The riffs are inspired and dirty, laid down by a rhythm section so in-the-pocket it is nothing but pocket. The uncredited bass and drums team are identified elsewhere as session giants Chuck Rainey and Bernard Purdie, and that seems pretty spot-on to me. Their playing is so assured it can be nobody else. McGriff’s percussive and textured soloing is wonderfully cushioned by the integrated horn-charts and wiry, creative guitar arrangements. The whole thing comes together to evoke the era so successfully it’s as if you have stepped out of a time-machine on to the city streets of urban America, 1970. But time-locked in this case does not mean dated because the recording is crisp and the tunes are great, packed with so many musical events that it repays repeated listening.