An entirely self indulgent exercise. The posture of this entire record is to transform Isaac Hayes into some kind of "love god", much like what Barry White would more deservedly become. All of the songs have been extended far beyond my attention span for the limited musical ideas explored. The album supposed highlight is Isaac's 18-minute cover of "By The Time I Get To Phoenix", where he spends the first half of the song talking over the most minimal bass pulse. Maybe the young girls were impressed back then, but this a waste of 45 minutes of my life.
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