When the Parliament-Funkadelic trample on stage, everything is suddenly transformed. It’s just like hearing rock and roll or John Coltrane for the first time; you really don’t know what’s happening, but whatever it it is, it won’t hurt you. It sounds and feels too good.

They come on dressed as clowns or magicians or maybe this time it’s African kings or Zulu warriors. The array of bizarre costumes is seemingly never ending. Their show is a combination of dance, singing and all types of weird sounds coming from the amps. Whatever it is, it’s not like anything we’re used to hearing.

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Their show finds its closest parallel in that of Sun-Ra, the Black mystic-jazz-band-leader/pianist. Sun-Ra will tell you he’s from outer-space; the Parliament-Funkadelic tell you they are “not of this world”. But where the Sun-God wants to take you on a trip to stars, all the Parliment-Funkadelic want to do is “Lick your funky emotions”, if you will only “suck their soul”.