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As you might expect from the Count at this point, Trust Your Instincts is funky, glossy, shimmery, soulful, wailing, smooth, and incredibly booty-shaking. The Count (is he this slick-headed gentleman accompanied by the amply-endowed woman in the liners?) delivers up, amid deft shifts of personnel, a nonstop funkfest enlivened by vocals as strong as those of any diva wailing and whispering and cajoling nowadays.
Underneath the vocals is popping synthesizer and drum work, laying down a foundation as smooth as marble and as outstandingly sincere as the lyrics themselves. Resonances of the grand disco age abound, but this is a sound thoroughly of the Nineties, and it is funky as funky can be.
There is also a clever deployment of instruments. There's even an acoustic guitar that comes to the fore now and then and sounds not a whit out of place among all these smooth machines. So get up, get up, get up and dance, man, what are you waiting for?
Track listing: I Don't Wanna Wait / Richest Woman / Who's Gonna Wipe My Teardrops Away? / One One / Someday / I'm Loving You / Living for the City / Heavy Dose / Where Did Our Love Go / Remember This / Rise & Fall / Trust Your Instincts.
I love jazz because anything is possible; it has few rules and the best jazz breaks those ones. I prefer free improv because it doesn't really have any rules at all.
I was first exposed to jazz in my teens (in the late sixties).
The first jazz record I bought was Filles de Kilimanjaro by Miles Davis, shortly followed by Extrapolation by John McLaughlin.
My advice to new listeners is to listen as widely as possible and not to make snap judgments--stick with it.