The opening track of Moodymann’s 1998 ‘Mahogany Brown’ sums him up as well as anything he’s done I think. It’s seven minutes of transistor dial twisting, taking the listener through an aural collage of different, late night soul drenched sonic flavours. It’s abstraction Setting the tone for the rest of the album, which is a bit wayward and lacking a solid narrative. That’s ok though, inasmuch as up to the time ‘Mahogany Brown’ was released, Moodymann has been milking his secret side, coming across as some sort of house music outlaw. ‘Radio’, as a consequence, has a similar function to the coded messages in ‘Orphee’, which ape those of the French resistance, ,and are meant to be understood only by a select few.
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