Could this be the kind of place where such solid nothing-but-funk emulsions as this one were created?
Phil Hurtt - Ph Factor Boogie (1979)
Somehow everything in this smooth jam comes together - the voices ride right on top of the bassline to leave no one confused about how to walk across the room (step, dip
step, dip).
I suppose this sort of funk has to be a base. A face melting drain-o. A rotten milk. A mmonia.
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