Saturday Vinyl (Part 2)

For Part 2 of this afternoon’s lazy basement Vinylfest, we’re moving from the weird to the cheese funk with the ‘Slaughter’s Big Rip-Off’  soundtrack featuring James Brown and Fred Wesley.


When it comes to cheesy Blacksploitation films, I just can’t help myself, especially when they’re cheap and feature the Godfather of Soul himself.  The fact that he’s also on the cover dressed in a black vinyl trench coat and blasting shit with a Tommy gun that shoots gold discs doesn’t suck either.

1973 was an extremely busy year for Brown. Not only did he continue to release two-plus albums a year, he was also producing and writing for the J.B.’s, plus other acts.  During the early ’70s Brown was still doing great work, but not much of it shows up here. While the earlier ‘Black Caesar‘  soundtrack found Brown engaged enough to offer great tracks, particularly, ‘The Boss‘  and ‘Down and Out in New York City‘, this one, also a soundtrack, finds him preoccupied.

But that’s okay because cheese funk is still good funk.

The swaggering and slick title track kicks things off here.  ‘Trying to Get Over‘  and ‘Big Strong‘  both fall into the traps of bad movie music.  Since an album of Brown doing chase themes seems horrifying, ‘Slaughter’s Big Rip-Off‘ does offer more – thankfully.   Throughout this effort he recycles some of his classic tracks; the oddly titled ‘Happy for the Poor‘  is actually a Latinized version of the J.B.’s 1971 single, ‘Gimme Some More‘.  He goes back even further for his own 1970 classic, ‘Brother Rapp‘, which makes an appearance and has the “live” crowd removed.  While it’s unclear why he would resort to such odd song choices, he had one more shocker in store.  ‘Sexy, Sexy, Sexy‘  which launches off the whole album, uses the exact backing track from his 1967 hit ‘Money Won’t Change You‘, with new vocals and lyrics on top.  The sad part is that it works too well.  While this album proved that he wasn’t going to be a soundtrack innovator, the idea of Brown in the film-scoring business has its own appeal.

As HRH  herself says (completely uninfluenced by myself):  “This sounds like music from a spy movie”.  So it certainly can’t be a total loss.


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I am a fat guy and always will be in the same way they say that “once an alcoholic; always an alcoholic”. Eventually I got upset about my poor health and ballooning body frame so I decided to change things for the better. Some people sign up for Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig, or whatever fad diet program it is that happens to be occupying the majority of air time on the boob tube. Other people prefer to run out and purchase the latest, fold away, piece of shit being hawked by some celebrity has-been. Me? I decided to take up triathlon. I had abused my body over the years with bacon cheeseburgers, pints of beer and double-dipped donuts, and the time had now come to abuse my body with physical exertion, perseverance and hard work instead; penitence in it's purest form. The time had come to kick my ass. I am Terry Nash and I am the “fat and the furious”.
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