That 'p' word is arguably false advertising — most of this stuff is fairly conventional South American salsa or cumbian dance music, just with some fuzzed-out guitar. Doesn't mean you won't still dance like hell to it.
Talented Colorado bluesman once again overrates his voice and underrates his instrumental texturing. To say that the depth of lyrical commentary here centers on the treatment of Native Americans only extends to the cover photo would be wrong, but it's depressingly not far off.
This young Bay Area soul combo recorded an hour's worth of material in the early '70s, none of which have been available on CD until now. Nothing mind-blowing, but anything that gives us a fuller picture of funk's evolution is most welcome.