Charles Earland

This record represents Charles Earland’s only venture into the soundtrack genre of blaxploitation. His horn sections are steam drills providing a rugged landscape for the flautist’s slithering improvisation. Earland’s brief exploits on the album may reflect a dissatisfaction with funk music’s lucrative bedfellow, the B movie. Black genius garnishing the illusion of Black mediocrity is the essence of a soul man’s pot liquor.