A.V. Club Blog
I've spent the afternoon grabbing random CDs from my inbox and giving them a listen. A lot of what gets shipped to me is, frankly, terrible, be it derivative, radio-targeted hard rock, dull electronica, or whatever. Some of it comes from an absence of ability or inspiration, but if there's one thing that kills music of any genre, it's a lack of passion. In his classic period from the mid-'60s to the early-'70s, Pickett never sounded like he wasn't singing for his life, even on a track like "Land Of 1000 Dances," which could have been a throwaway novelty in lesser hands. A lot of it was god-given talent. But god only gives so much. Pickett understood how hard you had to work to send a soul through speakers.


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