After giving up on ever hearing this album, thinking it’d either got lost in transit or disappeared into a black hole in our home, Teresa recently found the CD. Still unopened, in its cardboard postal envelope.
So I’ve unwrapped it, and today, finally, played it. And, I’ll be dog-goned, it hasn’t disappointed. In looking for some info on it online, I found the following review. Normally I’d want to write my own. But this nails it:
‘A deeply pleasing sensation arises when terrific cover art not only fully delivers on the music, but also bears a distinct resemblance to it. Ryo Kawasaki’s 1976 jazz-funk album Juice is one such record.
Bright and refreshing like a piece of citrus, peel the skin back and you’ll find an electric fantasyland of traversing wires and circuits. Over the course of its seven tracks, the visually sci-fi-tinged world of Juice feels at once perfectly of its time, yet remains delightfully vital in 2022.’
Okay, so it’s 2024 now. But that’s as true now as it was in 2022. Ryo-san, and cohorts… we thank you!
