Love it when something is exactly what it proclaims to be on the package. Disco soul, to be sure. How pure it is depends on how one feels about "true disco" or "true soul," and probably how one feels about the concept of "pure" anything. For my money, it was sensual and horny in the places it needed to be and the parts that felt insincere or facsimile passed by quickly enough to offend without dwelling, a quick fart on a clouded dance floor. After a long night of movement it's the stuff that sticks out that gets remembered, though.
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