Black Crowes

Dropping into Moanin’ after The Sidewinder and Somethin’ Else feels like stepping into a room where the lights have just been dimmed and someone cracked a window for the night air. It’s still unmistakably a Van Gelder space—dark background, crisp outlines, the sense that each musician has been carved into the air with careful hands—but here the edges feel a touch more defined than on the Adderley record. You can …

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