The cover story in Wax Poetics a few months back was all about Zapp and Roger, and this relatively obscure platter by Dayton has Troutman’s fingerprints, and trademark talk-box sound, all over it. This is a super-groovy record, the kind that a lot of us ‘80’s funk heads can drool over for days. The thing that sets it apart from Zapp’s output at the time is the undercurrent of jazz that simmers beneath every song; while Roger certainly had his jazzy moments, these cats obviously saw it as a top priority. Named after their Ohio hometown, little is known about Dayton, other than the wonderful music they left behind. There’s not much point in explaining the myriad facets of this album, as its depth and uniqueness speak for themselves. So, if you’re in your local record store, and you see some Dayton wax, just grab that shit. You won’t regret it.
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