We want the funk.
Give up the funk.
We need the funk.
We gotta have the funk.
So please to be supplying the funk in said prescribed quantities and amounts for immediate relief, etc.
Funk is supplied here by THE best funk band of all time… one of two bands that were pretty much the same band actually. This awesome diddy is on a Parliament album (1975’s “Mothership Connection”). I prefer the Funkadelic albums to the Parliament ones, but there are a lot of great music on releases by both bands.
The driving force behind P-Funk was of course, George Clinton. And now I will link to the Onion for no good reason other than because these articles are funking hilarious:
So, as you are now listening to that awesome mix of funk/rock instruments as they conjure up one of those “ultimate groove” tracks, I will tell you about how this song makes me feel. it makes me feel like dancing. I can’t dance. I look like a funking fool when I dance, and conscious of this, I don’t dance. I do however, let my foot tap. And tap it does to this track.
I don’t know who drums on this song, but they construct the perfect beat for which to lay upon a funky funk groove. I appear to be repeating myself, so I’ll list some key points in bulleted list form:
- Bootsy’s rubber-band bass
- Bernie Worrell’s keyboards providing colourful accents and even a way funking cool drone through some of the song.
- The perfectly recorded and very live sounding drums
- The vocals, as only P-Funk could do.
- The repeated pleadings to surrender The Funk.
There are lots of P-Funk songs that come to mind when I think of archetypal funk., and this is one.
Also, cab drivers are the worst funking drivers on the streets. Red means stop for you too, douchebag.