Holy moly that is good! Apparently for her previous 6 years (and 9 albums) Aretha had been stuck singing fairly subdued, unadventurous fare... until Jerry Wexler got her out of her contract and onto the Atlantic roster. As a result, this album sounds like a joyful yell of relief.
Grooves so funky and soulful that it hurts, and Aretha wailing over them, then switching to gentle, yearning heartfelt croons. This album is a beautiful explosion of emotion, sexuality and passion for music.
She repurposed one or two covers (most notably Otis Redding's "RESPECT") as feminist anthems.
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