Baby Call on Me

This album feels like a time capsule from a humid, mid-century recording studio where the air is thick with cigarette smoke and the smell of tube amplifiers.

It is the sound of a young man on the precipice of greatness, testing the limits of his vocal cords and discovering that his greatest weapon is his own grit. While his later hits would be defined by massive horn sections and high-fidelity punch, these recordings are more intimate and primitive. They possess a skeletal, driving energy that makes it impossible to keep your feet still, even when the fidelity is less than perfect.