The minute civic footprint of Zebedee's record store was a side-pocket destination of a weekend bike ride around the West 39th St area that happened to bring me tidings of a couple-year-old Funk Rarities collection oddly named Cold Heat. Not to be confused with late night info-mercials for heatless saudering irons, the owner had recently ventured to purchase this compilation by well-known (I exempt) crate digger Egon. The spinner fuses together diesel burning beats and basslines, some of which are light on duration as opposed to lead, but the abundance of tracks is appreciated nonetheless.
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