This came out in 1998 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
Back in the ’60s, long before he was the basso profundo of boudoir balladry, Barry White was just another struggling musician trying to make it in L.A.
This soulful 43-minute compilation collects the fruits of those labours — 16 tracks of Motowny pop-soul and wicked, Wilson Pickett-style R&B shouters, voiced by a variety of long-forgotten vocalists. More satisfying are some early attempts at the sweet, string-laden sound that would become White’s trademark. Oh baby …
