I am mourning Gil Scott Heron. I loved his "The Revolution Will Not Be Televised" album and his other works of that era. He was intellectual, provocative, dynamic and in possession of an amazingly sexy voice.
Alas, this new album shows only flashes of that old Gil. His voice - I am sad to say this - has become a cross between Baby Gramps and James Earl Jones. The songs have none of the old infectious rhythm and energy, none of the biting politics. There's a lot of God talk.
If you loved Gil Scott Heron in the old days, don't disillusion yourself by listening to this album.
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