
A gritty, unpolished detour into Delta blues and raw R&B. Palmer sheds his high-gloss pop skin for rattling percussion and swampy, soulful distortion.
May 20, 2003 · BFD
Forget the neon-lit, high-gloss sheen of the eighties. Drive is the sound of a man finally loosening his tie and heading into the humid, dark heart of the Delta. It is a surprising, tactile record that trades synthesizers for rattling scrap-metal percussion and polished vocal takes for a gravelly, lived-in rasp. This is Robert Palmer as you have rarely heard him: unvarnished, experimental, and deeply connected to the primal roots of R&B. It feels like a late-night session in a basement studio where the only rule is that nothing can sound too pretty.
How does Drive sound next to the rest of Robert Palmer's catalogue?
The production is built around stripped back than this artist usually allows.
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