A Message From The Soul Conveyor: Lou Ragland

Lou Ragland: Understand Each Other and The Next World

From: Is Conveyor [SMH, 1977]

So, been a while since I popped up with a music post but my fellow fuzzers? Fuzzists? have put up some sterling posts. Please do not sleep on the treasures on offer on the site, some stunning music in the last month alone.
On a positive note we now appear to be over the worst of the move from blogger to wordpress though drop me a line if you think something is still not right. One issue I am aware of is that the response/comment box link on the post is currently very small which I can only assume is the reason why people aren’t leaving comments left right and centre. Don’t be shy, mi casa es su casa and all that. Another plus point is that we’re now leaving songs up longer for you to get your mitts on because we’re that wonderful. Really, we are.

Anyway, on to the music and another shamefully hard to grab release, Lou Ragland Is Conveyor. An artist whose recording career started in the mid sixties, Ragland was already an old hand of the industry by the end of the decade, having been both a vice president of a record label (SARU Records) and a producer of the acts. Ragland then went on to form the first of his record labels and release his Hot Chocolate LP with the band of the same name. Not to be confused with the Errol Brown group of the same name, Ragland’s work was decidedly more funky.

Never stopping still Ragland then moved on and created a whole new label, SMH which is where he released the subject of today’s post, Is Conveyor. An album put together with the confidence and skill of someone who has earnt their place in the recording studio, it offers up a mixture of late seventies funk and smoother grooves which is just, for want of a better word, fantastic.

Understand Each Other starts off with a great descending guitar and organ line over drums before settling into six plus minutes of absolute top drawer soul music. The strangest thing about a track like this is that it’s so spot on, so polished, so obviously a classic of the genre that it boggles the mind to think that it’s rare as hell to get a hold off.

The Next World is more of that good shit. The funkier side of Ragland including organ stabs and semi psychedelic lyrics, it’s another great example of (a) what a talent this man has and (b) the absolute insanity that this hasn’t be reissued for the wider public’s consumption.

Don’t delay, listen today and respect the architect that is Ragland. Fantastic front cover too.