Back in November, I raved about our new discovery of Betty Davis, the somehow utterly neglected and nearly forgotten queen of funk. Since then, we’ve picked up two more of her albums, giving us all her originals from the ’70s. This one from 1974 came just a year after her debut, and she produced it herself. It’s no less stunning a work than her debut. Neither is the next album. It’s a remarkable trilogy, and when we play one, we play them all.
Originally published 4-18-21