Tim Buckley 'Get On Top'
The sleaze and smog emanating from the City Of Angels clearly rubbed off on Tim Buckley in a good way. This is six minutes plus of him yelping and pining for some big mama to hop on his Johnson, backed up by a driving bassline, choppy, hard-assed percussion, grooved hammond organ and tricksy guitar inflections. This lascivious funk rock sprawl is an agreeable change from his early, earnest folk-rock efforts. Music for an open-topped tan Sedan barrelling down the freeway with an accommodating chick riding shotgun.