Wilson Pickett It's Harder Now (Bullseye Blues & Jazz)
It's Harder Now (Bullseye Blues & Jazz)
Reviewed by Raoul Hernandez, Fri., Oct. 15, 1999
Wilson Pickett
It's Harder Now (Bullseye Blues & Jazz)
"With a string of hits as long as Dirty Old Bastard's rap sheet, the Wicked Pickett could singlehandedly take an audience into the palm of his hand, make them weep, make them moan, bring them to their feet, and make the ladies a little moist around the edges." N***A please! That's Ol' Dirty Bastard. Homeboy's Minista of Propaganda is whack. And what up with that weak-ass panty shit? Gravel-gargling "In the Midnight Hour" and "Mustang Sally" man drops his first soul joint in a tenspot and the best y'all m*****f***ers can do is get busy in the back of "Taxi Love"? Bee-yatch! You wanna see "What's Under That Dress"? Y'ain't never getting any with "Stomp" ("clean off a pass just to bury your ass") or "All About Sex." That shit's as tired as MJ's chimp. "Soul Survivor" (aka "Land of 1000 Dances 1999")? Deader than Otis "Dock of the Bay" Redding. Wicked Pickett, 58, still hollers like a preacher sanctifying a sister out back of the church, some brothers laying down a phat stax bump 'n' grind, but ain't nobody getting stiff here. "What you get on this record is a firsthand document of [Pickett's] power, unaffected by time, undiluted by production, uncompromised by record industry corporate mentality." Shoulda been. Shit's Harder Now.
