This reissue was done with the license and participation of the entire Invaders band, with their story told in great detail in an oversized booklet penned by Jefferson "Chairman" Mao, complete with rare photos of this rarely seen ensemble.
From the proverbial stank face-inducing opening bars of reverb-drenched drums and congas that announce Spacing Out, you're thrust into something visceral and fleeting: a pocket universe in which technical excess, chemistry between players, and the uninhibited energy of youth align in a kind of glorious imperfection. Spacing Out is one of the greatest instrumental albums of its or any period in that unmistakably raw - as in honest - way only a crew of largely self-taught young uns could catch a groove.
Mysteriously dub-like in its audio and visual presentation, it's exemplary of what George Clinton cited when he explained funk as, "Anything it needs to be to save your life at that time." James Brown had already aged well into adulthood when he alchemized the essential elements of funk. But the Godfather's late '60s rhythm revolution inspired countless kids barely out of their teens to pick up instruments, form bands and attack the R&B songbook with a ferocity that prioritized proper allegiance to the One. Funk's youth movement reverberated across the globe. And in the curious case of The Invaders, ascended across an imagined echo-imbued cosmos from a tropical island blast-off in Bermuda, where those sounds ricocheted off and reanimated every lick as an otherworldly transmission, infusing a vibe both earthy and interstellar.
Tracklist:
1. It's Your Thing
2. Lost Times
3. Can't Get Next To You
4. The House That Jack Built
5. Look A Py Py
6. Bossa Blue
7. Spacing Out
8. Where Are We
9. Latin Lips
10. It's Your Thing Part 2
