“All n All” is the number that not even a reprobate could deny; like the Sistine Chapel or Bessie Griffin’s “Too Close to Heaven” (on The Gospel Sound, Volume 2, CBS), it carries a sense of liberation and purpose deep enough to make the sinner envy the saved. The beat is very light; in terms of gospel, soul or rock & roll, the beat seems so natural as to be preordained. If it’s true, as the Coasters announced in “That Is Rock & Roll,” that “in the beginning… there was nothing but rock,” then this is what the deity had in mind when the message came rolling down the mountains: “Nothin fancy.”
I blaspheme, but “All n All” makes me giddy. Green floats with the music, picking up momentum—but so subtly you don’t notice that the song is increasing in force until he breaks the tune open with high, perfectly timed wails so surprising and unfettered he sounds as if he’s hitting a note he’s been reaching for all his life. I was stunned hearing this: I half-expected Green to start speaking in tongues, but, in a way, he already was.
This is a completely idiosyncratic album—Green produced it, cowrote all the songs and plays precise acoustic and electric guitar—but it’s hard for me to understand how anyone could find it inaccessible. Its subject matter—God’s grace, and how good it (It?) feels—isn’t pushed; there’s no ad for Green’s ministry on the back cover, and while most of the lyrics are religious, the only song title that even hints at anything beyond the secular realm is “Chariots of Fire.” “I Feel Good” endlessly repeats “There’s something about King Jesus/That makes me feel fine,” but it took many listenings before I realized Green wasn’t singing, “There’s something about my baby.” It’s a powerhouse of a recording—the Big Beat, disco-hard rock—and you don’t have to listen to the words at all. You do have to listen to the horns, playing charts with as much joy in them as those of “Midnight Hour” had drama.
The lyrics of The Belle Album are nevertheless quite interesting. Green kicks the record off with what I suppose is the key line (from “Belle”): “It’s you that I want/But Him that I need.” He thus joins a long line of rock & roll want/need oppositionists—from Bob Dylan with “Memphis Blues Again” to the Rolling Stones with “You Can’t Always Get What You Want,” to name only the best. He leaves them behind in his attempt to resolve the contradiction: Green tries to get Belle to accept Jesus, too. With its half-buried asides about “drunken country bars,” the song soon grows very spooky; it has the feel of a long journey to it, akin to Music from Big Pink.
“Georgia Boy,” more like The Band, is a seven-minute slow walk through the piney woods, beginning with the ancient, anonymous blues lyric, “Just because I’m from the country,” and finally closing with a statement of quiet pride that, perhaps in spite of itself, sounds like a warning: “South’s gonna do it again…” The music is far more dreamlike than that of the lovely “Dream”; the textures are very dark on “Georgia Boy,” almost in the manner of a Jamaican dub album like Burning Spear’s Garvey’s Ghost. No less the song of a free man—that is, a man who’s won his freedom—than “All n All,” “Georgia Boy” simply takes place in a more difficult world, where grace does not seem obvious.
The arrangements are a little looser, the sound a little rougher on The Belle Album than on Green’s records of recent years. Still, the drums are as full and bright as ever, the music of a piece with “Funny How Time Slips Away” and “Tired of Being Alone,” if not quite with “Look What You Done for Me.” Green’s music is changing, but simplicity—simplicity of intent, which perhaps here means directness of feeling—is still its foundation.
Not a hint of decadence has crept into Al Green’s music since he first came to our attention in 1970. He still sounds as if he’s on the verge of great discoveries.
Rolling Stone, February 23, 1978
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