ALLEN TOUSSAINT: LIFE, LOVE AND FAITH (1972)
1)
Victims Of The Darkness; 2) Am I Expecting Too Much?; 3) My Baby Is The Real
Thing; 4) Goin' Down; 5) She Once Belonged To Me; 6) Out Of The City; 7) Soul
Sister; 8) Fingers And Toes; 9) I've Got To Convince Myself; 10) On Your Way
Down; 11) Gone Too Far; 12) Electricity.
The formula of Toussaint stays in full force for this follow-up, another
collection of pleasant, low-key, restrained soul and funk grooves with his New
Orleanian flavor. The biggest difference is that all the numbers are vocal this
time, and everything is allegedly composed by Toussaint himself, so you might
as well call this a «singer-songwriter» record, except that this term is very
rarely applied to groove-dependent collections of tunes — this is, after all,
«body music» first and «mind music» second, much as some people would like to
convince us that there is no clear-cut distinction between the two (and I agree
with the «clear-cut» bit).
On a couple of these numbers, Toussaint
actually goes as far as to add a tint of menace to the sound: ʽOut Of The
Cityʼ, in particular, is a gritty standout, with a threatening guitar riff and a
subtle social undercurrent, symbolized in its "I don't wanna run no
more" chorus, distorted through something like a Leslie cabinet — although
Allen's vocals are so naturally friendly that he is unable to properly
capitalize upon the menace and despair potential of the song. There's also
ʽVictims Of The Darknessʼ, a sort of a warning song against, well, all sorts of
evil in general, but it does indeed play out as a warning — subtly suspenseful,
with mildly disturbing syncopation, never spilling out into anything truly
moving.
On the whole, though, the songs rarely depart
from standard love-and-heartbreak topics, are nowhere near the level of
catchiness of Allen's Sixties' hits, and rarely feature any outstanding musicianship
— the best I can say is that the album never gets proverbially «dull» due to
the overall number of styles: there's happy, up-tempo R&B (ʽAm I Expecting
Too Much?ʼ), mid-tempo swampy funk (ʽGoin' Downʼ), passionate, tempestuous soul
balladry (ʽShe Once Belonged To Meʼ), and... well, maybe it's not so much about
the actual genres as it is about the instrumental diversity, with some songs
being more driven by brass, some by piano and organ, some by guitar, and some
by everything at once.
But it is easy to see why an album like this
could be entirely overlooked in the era of Stevie Wonder, Al Greene, and Curtis
Mayfield — like its predecessor, this is an album that you turn to only at the
stage when you are tired of genius, and intentionally want to go for something
that would be very much middle-of-the-road: 100% tasteful, directly
unassailable from any position, but also completely unremarkable in any
possible aspect. Essentially, there is nothing I can say about any of these
songs that would make a difference.
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