In the mid noughties I began to delve deeper into soul music, the latest genre to grab my attention in an ongoing bid to expand my musical horizons. Like most of these adventures the results proved revelatory.
I fell for The Temptations, learned that Otis Redding really was as good as everyone claimed. I was blown away by Aretha, marveled at the discovery of Sly and the Family Stone. Came to the shocking realization that Stevie Wonder wasn’t crap after all.
I’d grown up listening to Marvin Gaye in the house so was already familiar with his early output, particularly his poppy love duets with Diana Ross and Tammi Terrell. But I hadn’t heard much of his later work. And so having seen it pop up in a Top 100 albums list for the zillionth time, I finally took the plunge and purchased a copy of his landmark recording What’s Going On.