Once again it's the sound of a crowd letting go of their troubles and getting washed away with the tide of the music that makes this recording the vibrant, breathing, sweating picture of an electrifying performance. They were already warm as you can hear from the ambient noise during the announcement but that doesn't take anything away from what follows. Sam Cooke just comes out and knocks them silly for 40 minutes.
Every single song drives forward creating momentum for the irresistable rhythms. Even the classic croonfest that is Bring It On Home To Me, so often milked titless, rolls along inexorably giving you the feeling that, shit, she should be bringing it home to this guy. He's got something she can bring it home to.
Previous albums have turned me off when the style and chords have been so similar but something about the way these songs are rendered, his raspy, gloom-shattering voice being top of the list of suspects makes this an addictive, mood raising tour de force.
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