Nevertheless, this was a stonking gig!
It was non-stop funk but with lots of jazz flute and sax from McKay with tenor bursts from Jarrett. Great vocals from Currie and the guy whose name I couldn't find. Then, when you thought it couldn't get no higher, it got higher - literally!
Enter Martha High.
After thirty years on the road with James Brown it only took thirty seconds for Martha to capture the Hoochies and the Coochies. The temperature rose, the dance floor pulsated and everyone boogied (well nearly everyone!)
This was Gladys Knight, it was Tina Turner, it was the Vandellic Martha it was everything. The band beat out a throbbing rhythm, the horn section were as tight as it gets and the explosion when it all came together was something else.
I reckon I'll get back to normal adrenalin levels round about Easter!
Photos.
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