Then there’s the horn callout to Seals & Crofts’ “Summer Breeze” that’s the best thing about the gravelly “Nobody but You.” “Change for the World,” meanwhile, is a weird amalgam of blaxploitation themes and the languid proto-rapping of Brown, Sun Ra, and Roy Ayers. Bradley follows Jones’ lead in recontextualized patriotism, tweaking “God Bless America” into an intro for “Good to be Back Home,” expressing relief to be off the international tour circuit. The trend resumes here especially in the title cut, a faithful cover of Black Sabbath’s 1972 piano ballad positioned as a eulogy for Bradley’s mom. Whether through Bradley’s own breadth of musical knowledge or his conferences with Daptone’s younger producers and players, he made smart references to music from genres beyond soul when covering Neil Young and Nirvana around his 2011 debut No Time for Dreaming. Style and emotion come together to make Changes feel like a disjointed, quietly desperate album, yearning for direction even among its more beautiful and inspired performances. More importantly, it was made in the shadow of the 2014 loss of his mother had she not beckoned him back home to Brooklyn in the mid-1990s, he may have never entered the music industry at all. It’s the first album where Bradley has stepped away from exclusive use of the Menahan Street Band, instead approaching other Daptone units to back him. In general, he embraces outside influences almost to a fault, relying on them more as crutches than as inspirations.Ĭhanges itself is also a telling title. That’s a vital piece of information, as it’s obvious that Bradley holds on to the Godfather of Soul like a taut lifeline. After a series of singles starting in 2002, Changes is now the third album from Bradley, the self-styled “Screaming Eagle of Soul” who bounced around odd jobs and living conditions until being discovered as a James Brown impersonator. Now the hope is that Charles Bradley-pushing 70-is aged lightning striking twice. The launch of the almost 60-year-old Sharon Jones’ career was a foundation for their sterling reputation. I’m much more enamored of something like a Daptone Records plucking seasoned talent out of obscurity by chance and giving them a real opportunity to create a career. No, this doesn’t mean I follow celebrity-hunting reality-show constructs such as American Idol and The Voice, where winners get 15 minutes of vapid fame and little promise of success beyond that. That works well enough for March Madness annually, but I also have a decent rooting interest in out-of-nowhere musical talent. I like rookies and amateurs and bootstrapping individualists, the unknown and undermanned and underpowered.
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