Before the first note rings out, I can always spot an incoming undead funk attack. A couple things I have learned to keep an eye out for:
1 - Body Glove bracelets
2 - No sign of sleeves anywhere
3 - Bass trem
These undead creatures of funk may try to trick you from time to time by breaking one (or all) of these rules. Case in point, this guy.
See how tricky these funkers can be? I was all like "sweet, this dude's gonna kick ass on some Domino or Lick it Up." But then he tricked me and before I knew it he funked my brains all to hell with some Randy Coven (of course Lock Nut pointed out that I wouldn't have been so funked up over it if I had actually read the disclaimer at the beginning).
While I'm not sure that Randy Coven ever appeared in a Carvin catalog, he really should have.
Then there's this whole other breed of uber aggro funker that seems to be angry at their own existence. They not only try to funk up your brains, but they seem annoyed at the lengths they have to go to do it.
(Steve Bailey hates how much he practiced to funk so much @ 36:25)
In trying to make sense of such a funked up genre of music, I realized that it was actually pretty simple. Instrumental funk bass is the musical equivalent of tits on a duck. It's just weird and all wrong.
You hit the nail on the head Tee Top. These guys need a DRUMMER!
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