It's too bad that whenever I hear about the Ohio Players, I think about that horrible rumor about them recording a murdered woman's scream. The fact that it was false, only makes it slightly less creepy. Apparently they let the rumor stand for years for the sake of publicity.


Whatever. Listening to a joint like this you remember that there's about hairs space between rock and soul. FOPP has some of my favorite lyrics ever:

I'm too young child, and your too old,
But that don't mean that you got no soul.

I would kill to see  a go-go band cover this. It'd be dope to get some Rare Essence on the Morning Coffee.