It’s an iffy conceit, packaging a glut of obscure tunes from the same period and place, and then inventing a genre to cohere them. This kind of curating forms the basis for most compilations, and while the process is bound to be reductionistic, it’s also a bit presumptuous: something like “Milwaukee Milktruck Blues” looks fantastic plastered across a record sleeve, but it’s never entirely clear how the artists would feel about the attribution.
This nag is almost dispelled on Soul Jazz Records’ endlessly-titled New Orleans Funk: New Orleans: The Original Sound of Funk, Volume 2: The Second Line Strut, but the tracks still cook hotter than August asphalt. Apart from the obligatory Meters and Betty Harris takes, Soul Jazz plumbs the more esoteric depths of the Crescent City’s 1960s–’70s back catalog, dishing up a strangely high number of tunes about food (“Chicken Strut,” “Tequila,” “Hot Tamales,” and an ostensible ode to dysentery, “Funky Belly”) and dances that sound like afflictions (“The Twitch,” “The Dap”). Musical convergences are less platonic than a matter of production. Drum hits stick to the riffs like beads of sweat and tinny guitar licks sound as if they’re being played through transistor radios on a Ninth Ward porch. Ultimately, it’s a vibe of late-summer lethargy that coheres the album rather than the unified artistic vision of its contributors. Forget the funk, Second Line Strut is a snapshot of the city’s soul.