Triple vinyl in box sleeve
First TP long player since 2014's supreme American Intelligence, which actually somehow makes me feel even older than the incredibly old age I already feel... Enough about me, Parrish steals the show again. Three discs of the black jazz signature spiritual house bliss that makes god-level seem a little understated. It's sort of redundant writing about Theo Parrish other than to let people know when there's new music out in the world, and where they should form an orderly queue. Detroit, the soul of America. And Parrish remains tuned into infinity. And RIP Mike Huckerby. Wuddaji is a reminder to appreciate these greats while they're still around, even when the tank appears full of gas
