After the veritable essays that I’ve written for the past couple of albums, I don’t have a lot to say about this one. The Crusaders play a kind of jazz/R&B mix that’s very nice easy listening. The title track is the only one with any vocals, provided by Randy Crawford, and is certainly disco-adjacent, even if it lacks the outright funk of a great dance track.
Given the prodigous output of The Crusaders (including as the Jazz Crusaders) going all the way back to 1961, I don’t know why this particular album was chosen. Possibly, on a bit of research, that from here on Randy Crawford’s career took an upward trajectory, while The Crusaders became less popular – I'm kind of not surprised since the music, while nice enough, doesn’t feel like it’s doing anything new. There’s nothing wrong with preserving older forms of a genre, of course, but I think you risk becoming more and more niche as people crave novelty.
It made a nice palate cleanser after a lot of rock-orientated pain and darkness, and it did make me miss having more complex and experimental jazz (which I would never think I’d say).
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