to modern soul balladry and funk vamping.
Clinton triggers Parliament's album with a song so hard that bullets bounce off it. "Bop Gun (Endangered Species)" is an R&B yowl tickled by synthesizer fills and mugged by a gang of ribald trumpets. His lead vocal is both playful and passionate: Otis Redding as gunslinger/philosopher. Later, when certain elements of Funkentelechy's plot grow cumbersome and impenetrable, Clinton blasts away the confusion by simply losing it in the riffing, which peaks on "Flash Light," a gritty disco digression.
If the name of the main character in Clinton's latest scenario seems corny at first—he is Sir Nose D'Voidoffunk—it's only because no one could possibly foresee the multiple puns, wisecracks and convolutions its creator can wrest from it. From the start, all Parliament Funkadelic music has been enthusiastically excessive, in everything from verbiage to the number of musicians employed. While Funkentelechy is no exception, Clinton's production work here is atypically light and clear. Whereas in the past he's usually encouraged the bass and drums to sound murky, to retard the beat and thereby offset the jangle of his raft of hard-nosed and Hendrix-inspired guitarists, he's now developed an invigorating musical and verbal precision. Michael Hampton's expert guitar solos quiver starkly in the mix, and Clinton even strives to make his own lyrics intelligible—not coherent maybe, but intelligible.
And, if "Funkentelechy" and "Sir Nose D'Voidoffunk (Pay Attention—B3M)" go on too long—the fatal P-Funk flaw—"Wizard of Finance," which sounds a lot like Graham Central Station, and especially "Bop Gun" display a new rigorousness and brevity.
The dense dance beat of Bootsy? Player of the Year rarely lets up. Floating above the never-say-die drumming, the booming bass and the Rubber Band's curt horn section is Bootsy Collins' voice, a lovely, delicate croon that somehow cuts through the instrumental mesmerism like an FM DJ's ultrasincere inflections infect the airwaves.
Bootsy Collins is the least macho male working in popular music; his pitch is never manipulative or nasty. On "May the Force Be with You" and the loping "Very Yes," the long love songs that pad Player of the Year, he pushes beyond slick palaver into the area of the touching ballad. Which is nice, but has nothing to do with his
