Chico Mann's lo-fi drum machine screams
Shuggie Otis, but his saucy slinky rhythms spell
F to the
E to the
L to the
A (or, at the very least, harken back to his day job with
Antibalas). Groove workout
Soul Freedom is like a late-night transmission from some mysterious African shortwave station, while
Piensalo fronts a primitive bedroom-recording innocence not seen since
Daniel Johnston tried to purge the devil from his own heart. The new album is titled
Manifest Tone, Volume 1, and I'll be a broken man if there's not more volumes where that came from.
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