So charmingly inoffensive as to end up offensive, I never understood this sort of music. Grover Washington Jr was a name I knew for a long time before I ever heard any of his music – I never really got the “soft-jazz” genre. Or “dinner-jazz/dinner-music”. Fuck that noise. (Or lack of noise). I guess I bought this album – or found it or whatever – to finally get to hear some Grover Washington Jr, outside of his guest/cameo spots on other records. And so I finally sit down to listen to it, yes, because I’m a sadist – and it is kack. Might have been cool if you were running around doing loads of blow. But I wasn’t. At the time this was released I would have been running around a playground playing some kind of tag. I guess it was a different kind of coke that kept us hopped up. There’ll never be a reason to ever hear this album ever again. Another one ticked off the Fuckit List.
Sample Track: Sassy Stew
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