Sean Trane Third album from the BB, and one that took unashamedly the radio-friendly route, ranging from disco, to brassy funk to everything an Arista label band had to lower themselves to. Indeed, in the late 70’s, Arista became responsible for the downgrade of excellent early 70’s artistes that had to keep surviving and had to resort to signing a contract with them. Very few bands came unscathed from this disastrous passage through the label, and the BB didn’t make an exception. The BB band didn’t seem to have a stable line-up then and among the guests, we hear Steve Kahn (guitars), Lenny White and Steve Gadd (both drums), alongside the mainstays of Grolnick, Lee and McDonald and, of course, Michael and Randy.

Right from the first disco beat of the opening Finger Lickin’ Good and the title track opening the flipside, one can only think of an atrociously kitschy disco. Along the soppy side of their spectrum, we have As Long As I’ve Got Your Love or the no-less cheesy instrumental Petals provide romantic mood (both filled with string arrangements), but are not completely without merits. Indeed some instrumental tracks like Funky Sea or the album-longest instrumental Squids were highly enjoyable, but drowned in a sea of radio-friendly brassy disco that flooded the airwaves and the nightclubs. The closing lengthy Tabula Rasa again presents a fast funk-fusion where the brothers add a slight Spanish brassy touch.

Well the present album is not as bad as I would tend to make it appear, but it is mainly plagued by those two binary disco tune, that automatically lessen the album’s appeal, but the other two string-laden tracks do not help either. Still mildly interesting, but IMHO, not really worth the detour.

Sean Trane Well, those reading my embarrassing blunders that serve this site as reviews, they will know that I’m a JR/F fan and enjoy most (if not all) of what came between 69 and 75. However the Brecker Brothers is definitely I band I could do without, because I’ve always found their ultra-technical and complex funk-fusion rather unmoving intellectually. Oh sure, their music is extremely well-made and somewhat very danceable, but it’s often closer to Chic or the Pharoah/EW&F than it is to Mwandishi or early Weather Report… Different eras indeed, but that’s always been my point (or Achilles’ heel, if you wish). And the BB definitely belong sonically to the second half of the 70’s. In the band’s early line-up, we find the future sax star Sanborn, the by-now old-hand Harvey Mason on drums and Grolnick on keys.

Indeed, there are ultra-clean mothering funks on the album, like the opening Skunk Funk or the following Sponge, or Rocks and DBB on the flipside, all of them with impressive techniques and virtuosity, but that also lack soul (which is kind of weird for funk music). Is it the fault that the production is too clean, too slick? Most likely, à mon humble opinion. Don’t get me wrong, there are some delightful moments on the album, but unfortunately, there is often something that doesn’t click all that well for me. Even when their 100 MPH music does slow down like in the Many-Faced Creature, the feel is rather cold and slick, instead of suave and sweaty. The album’s better tracks are conga-filled Twilight

On the flipside, five relatively shorter tracks, with only the opening Sneaking Up Behind You nearing 5 minutes, and I believe this was the “hit” back then, and also the only sung track, with somewhat average and semi-scatting but still-catchy War-like vocals, laid over some strings synth layers. The following Rocks might have been renamed Funks, because that 150 MPH muze will certainly funk up with your brains, but maybe too much for your own good. The problem is that when BB really slows down, they tend to fall asleep and they’re contagious, and the Levitate more or less Gravitates, and the following soppy and sappy sung My Stars really dropped shamelessly below the ground level, leaving DBB give a honest closing to the debut album.

Well theoretically, an instrumental JR/F album from the mid-70’s should still please me, and in a way, it does. But there was such an over-production of these vinyl plaques during those years, that I’m simply never in need or feel to play any of BB’s albums, outside maybe once in a decade their debut (and presently reviewed) album. So if indeed one must investigate the BB, starting with the first two albums is the best (and only, IMHO) place to start, because by their third album, BB were not much more than a technically brilliant AOR (read radio-friendly) band without much interest to the demanding fusionheads.

js This isn’t the most subtle album out there, but if you are looking for a very aggressive set of rockin funk jazz played by superb instrumental technicians, this might be the one. Funk with hard rock aggression and jazz virtuosity had really become the flavor of choice for many technique laden artists in the mid 70s including Stanley Clarke, Frank Zappa, Jeff Beck, Billy Cobham, Funkadelic, Mother’s Finest and many more. There is no doubt that this style would come naturally to the Breckers as they had been guest performers on many of the albums by the previously mentioned artists.

The playing on here is superb, Randy and Micheal both play with fierce aggression and high speed dexterity. As the album title suggests, they are attempting to merge the power of metal with the demanding technique of bop. Both Breckers also utilze the technology of the day to great effect as they supplement their horns with echoplexes, wah-wah pedals and chorus units. Another plus is the technical and high speed drumming technique of Terry Bozzio.

There are a couple of tunes on here that take a shot at something a little more subtle, ‘Funky Sea, Funky Dew’ starts off as a ballad before heading straight to a heavy funk jam, and ‘Squids’ has some nice Latin touches in the verse before it too succumbs to the adrenaline fueled energy.