Sod were a band of longhairs from LA who, in the early 1970s, released two, now largely forgotten, albums. The second was a psychedelic affair, with production boasting the Midas touch of David Axelrod, but this debut is a solid gold blast of raw, rollicking jazz-inflected funk rock that wants to mug you in an alleyway and then take you out for a milkshake to say sorry. Everything here is overblown, overdriven and lucky not to overdose: killer drum breaks; tight, Tower of Power-style horn charts; gospelised, bluesy vocals; soaring psych-rock guitar solos; monstrously locked-in bass vamps; and, underpinning it all, throbbing Hammond organ lending the whole thing a touch of early Santana. Hard to say what they were thinking when they chose the band's name: presumably it wasn't an attempt to appropriate a mild British insult, but a reference to turf. Sure enough, if it's grass roots, earthy grooves you're after, you're on the right lawn.