……not when there was stuff like this to listen to. And I mean listen. This sort of soul had a far more interesting tale to tell. Songs about divorce, adultery and lives really lived. It all sounded so intoxicatingly grown-up. It still does, especially this one. It’s like a whole movie in about four minutes. Prog and punk were just too white, male and asexual. Three words you could never use to describe Millie Jackson.
