Stay home. Don’t infect anyone. Don’t get close to anyone. What is a poor boy to do but listen to music?
Has there ever been a less likely funk band than this group of pasty white guys from Scotland? They erupted onto a 1970s music scene that was struggling for direction: pop was uncool, rock seemed to have peaked and for a would-be hippy who liked it heavy, nothing was happening. Then Pick Up the Pieces happened, an irresistible instrumental that took the sweetness of the Stylistics and the Chi-Lites and gave it oomph and credibility. And surprise surprise, this wasn’t a one-off. There were other tracks on the album that were not just great to dance to (not my forte) but to listen to. And this is one of them