Having never been a fan of funk, and even less a fan of thumb-thwacking helium funkrockers like Level 42, I’m not sure I am in the best position to judge Sunday Best sort, Max Sedgley’s new album, ‘Suddenly Everything’. However, if the musky, patent leather reek of a Ford Gran Torino and extraordinary, flapping flairs is all that you aspire to then tracks like ‘Hey Mr Superstar’ will have you spitting up a range of entirely suitable blaxploitation catchphrases in no time. Throw in fidgety, fizzy grimebusting vocals, some warm keys and fruity, rug-pulling beats (‘Sound Boy’) and you have a record that could have been cut from the same rock that produced the diamond smile of all those boogie cops and disco pimps that got busted by David Starsky and Kenneth ‘Hutch’ Hutchison.
‘Suddenly’ I have run out of things to say.
‘Suddenly Everything’ is released 06/09/10