Sure, you say, Jack Johnson is the great electric Miles Davis record, but do I really need 5 CDs of work tapes and jam sessions? Is an hour of a two-note funk riff so minimal it makes James Brown’s work from the same era sound like Rachmaninoff, you know, listenable? Absolutely. At once throbbing and dissonant, lyrical and calm, the Jack Johnson box still sounds visionary 30 years later.
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