Curtis makes late 70s foray into shallow disco with correspondingly faceless results–it certainly gets short shrift from people who otherwise like Mayfield. In fact, the record isn’t that bad, it’s just not Curtis or Roots and the shimmering, superficial, polyrhythmic celebration of the disco high life tends to overwhelm the singer’s fragile, quavery vocals. Really, it could be just about anybody behind the mic.
BTW, this was not 20p as stickered on the cover, I wish. No, Help the Aged in Hythe yesterday charged me 99p for the privilege.