Among those who consider themselves hip, the Spin Doctorsinspire a lot of ridicule just for considering themselveshippies--although having the gall to sell six million of their debut albumcan't have helped. But despite the carping, their music is rarelyannoying and often fun--certainly not worth getting het up about.Figure them as white bohemians doing for funk syncopation what theoriginal hippies did for blues shuffle, or as the modern equivalentof a Seventies boogie band, with Chris Barron doing a cute GreggAllman homage. OnTurn It Upside Down (Columbia), such homelyditties asLaraby's Gang (their diehard fans),Cleopatra's Cat(metaphysical pussy), andHungry Hamed's (breakfast) make up forthe loose talk about big fat funky booties. Groove bands get a lotshallower than this--including ones with deeper grooves. Groove bands get a lot shallower than the airy funk-lite of ElDeBarge as well. A decade ago, DeBarge was the smart choice forblack pop's next great love man, and though it didn't work out thatway, the likes of Babyface and Jerome Dupri help his unreal tenorreclaim its genius onHeart, Mind & Soul (Reprise).Read the lyricsheet and you'll suspect he's a refugee from a greeting-cardfactory. Listen to him sing those same icky words and you couldfind yourself falling in love, not to mention digging a groove. Fast Cuts: Recorded in the Forties and Fifties, Slim Gaillard'sLaughing in Rhythm: The Best of the Verve Years (Verve)is the hep,hilarious testament of jazz's greatest comedian. If the wordsFlatFoot Floogie mean nothing to you, they ought to. Etta James'sMystery Lady: Songs of Billie Holiday (Private Music) is torchmusic that does less for the object of its veneration than for heroften misguided devotee, who benefits from the focus. Playboy, July 1994
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