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  • Jheri Curl June: Kashif’s “Ooh Love”

    Last month, we recorded our annual Memorial Day podcast, a budding tradition in which we commemorate (and lightly mock) many of the important musical artists we’ve lost since the previous May. And this time, one of those artists was especially bittersweet: former B.T. Express keyboardist, producer, singer, songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, and dope-moustache-haver Kashif. As I said on the podcast, he’s someone we’d wanted to spotlight for a long time–and we did, sort of, with our 2014 post on one of his finest productions, Evelyn “Champagne” King’s effervescent “Love Come Down.” But now that we’ve finally got around to covering his solo work, he’s no longer here to appreciate and/or be mildly offended by it.

    Kashif’s music tends to lie on the smoother, more refined end of the JCM spectrum–call it sophisticurl. His 1984 album Send Me Your Love, from which today’s selection is taken, features contributions by Whitney Houston and Kenny G (and Al Jarreau, another recent passing we commemorated in last month’s podcast). For our purposes, though, we’ll go with one of the more club-friendly tracks: “Ooh Love,” which combines everything we love about vintage Jheri Curl–programmed drums, ultra-wet guitar, bubbling synth-bass–with one of Kashif’s most passionate vocal performances. Granted, it still pairs better with a fine wine than, say, cognac, but that just makes it respectable. This is Jheri Curl Music for the grown and sexy set. As-salāmu ʿalaykum, Kashif.

    We’ll be back next week with more Jheri Curl June–playlists below!

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  • Dystopian Listening Party Podcast: Memorial Day, 2016-2017

    Well, here we are: for the second consecutive year, we’re turning Memorial Day weekend into a time of remembrance for the many great artists we lost since last May. But because this is still Dystopian Dance Party, and we’re constitutionally incapable of being reverent for more than a few minutes at a time, please be aware that the resulting podcast is about 70% wake, 30% roast (well, maybe 60/40). Just believe us when we tell you it’s all coming from a place of love. Hopefully, while everyone good continues to die and leave us trapped on this smoldering husk of a planet, we can at least entertain you (and ourselves) with our impressions of “The Force M.D.’s Meet the Fat Boys”… R.I.P. to Trisco Pearson. Show notes below.

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