I'll be honest: I don't know what this CD is doing in my collection. Not that it's bad – far from it! But I don't remember buying it at all, or having listened to a single song by the artist before getting this album. It must be one of those €1 used CDs I sometimes find at record fairs and pick up on a whim, because the cover looks interesting or the artist's name is vaguely familiar. In this case, I thought it was some kind of folk or Americana singer who had been mentioned favorably in one of those publications I read, like Mojo or Uncut. I didn't envision a black artist – obviously, I hadn't looked closely at the cover. Wikipedia lists Jeffreys as a person of "black, white and Puerto Rican heritage" – a typical New Yorker, one might say, with ties to different communities in the city. Some people, though, had other names for him, Buckwheat being one of them. Apparently, apart from describing a cereal grain, the word can also be used as a racial insult. The title song comments on the hurt that simple words can cause when used by racists. As the lyrics say, "This is a song about words / The power of words / Well it all takes place / In a big city / With a very small mind" – the city being New York, where Jeffreys grew up. The music reflects the melting pot that the city is: an upbeat mix of rock, blues, and soul. I like the soulful vocals, Hammond organ, and bluesy slide guitar. It's followed by "Color Line", a pure reggae tune featuring Jamaica's foremost rhythm section, Sly and Robbie. Googling the names mentioned in the lyrics reveals an interesting story: it seems that the color line refers to the practice of racial segregation in Major League Baseball. The line was first broken in 1947, when the Brooklyn Dodgers signed Jackie Robinson; the other Negro League players mentioned here followed one by one, until the color barrier was gradually broken across MLB. It didn't happen without resistance: some clubs, like the Boston Red Sox, held on to their racist practices until 1959. "Hail Hail Rock-'n-roll" celebrates the black roots of rock & roll, the tune being a synthesis of rock, pop, and R&B with a dash of rap. It reminded me of Lenny Kravitz; it even features a cab driver refusing to pick up a black customer, just like "Mr. Cab Driver". "I Was Afraid Of Malcolm" is, of course, about Malcolm X and the terror the idea of a black militant inspired in both whites and conservative blacks brainwashed by the mainstream media. Vernon Reid's screaming electric guitar adds some menace to this very rhythmic track, which reminds me of '80s Talking Heads. By now you've surely gotten the idea behind the album: each song tackles a different facet of the past and present of racial discrimination in the U.S., and it does so eloquently and intelligently. The lyrics are often clearly autobiographical, and the music is never aggressive; on the contrary, it is easy on the ears, melodic, and mostly joyful. "Bottle Of Love" is ska, "Spanish Blood" incorporates some mambo, "Welcome to the World" is a mix of ska and hip hop, "Lonelyville" is a pop ballad, "Moonshine in the Cornfield" is gospel, closer "I'm Not a Know It All" is a doo-wop pastiche, and "The Answer" adds dance/electronic elements. It's all really a mix of different styles, with pop, reggae, and R&B being the most prominent, but also rock, folk, Latin, and doo-wop. A bit too soft and mainstream for my tastes, but very pleasant – rarely does serious political writing come wrapped in sugar like this.
Recommended If You Like: UB40, Fine Young Cannibals, Style Council, Simply Red, Lenny Kravitz
**** for Welcome to the World, Don’t Call Me Buckwheat, Hail Hail Rock ’n’ Roll, Bottle of Love, Spanish Blood
*** for Moonshine in the Cornfield, Color Line, I Was Afraid of Malcolm, The Answer, Racial Repertoire, Lonelyville, Murder Jubilee, I’m Not a Know It All










