jupitersterrain four

00.53, 11.12.12. 




old school reeling spasmodic spinning wild soul 45s all night the banged-up remnants of doo-wop “Baby it’s time to soul time!”

“sick of all this soul music everywhere,” you can assume there’s some sort of resurgence going on. And I ain’t talking about silky buttery songs, the real nitty gritty: hip huggin’, jerkin’ the dog, and shakin’ and vibe-a-ratin’ music. 

some of those raucous artists
 his gleaming stompers. 

the sea of ambling dream sequences 
that pounding bassline swaggered on in and Lord, I bear witness, I was hooked. 

bristling account of heroin addiction, sang breezily about winding it up tight “like a fishing pole.” 

Hannibal is cruising through “Jerkin’ the Dog,” or moaning “there’s no tomorrow” on “Hymn #5,” a chilling narrative about a Vietnam soldier

Hannibal’s chops aren’t quite the same today, but on those old tracks he would slide with finesse from a heady croon to a caustic growl. His phrasing and his lyrics were quirky but to clap with him or moan with him, to get on in and feel whatever it was he was singing about

He even came up with a shtick in the sixties 
rock a turban, man! And he’s still dynamite. they were damn near quaking, “bass player, bring it down!” this dynamism that’s characterized the  haphazard career, and it’s this that keeps  a  track recorded close to fifty years ago from sounding like an “oldie.”

“I’M NOT DONE YET!”
by Erin Sheehy