Intros rarely come better than the four bars punched out by guitarist Steve Cropper and the horn section before 'Wicked Pickett' takes the mic to intone what quickly became the soul anthem of the 60s. The song deploys a full arsenal of stylistic devices that would re-arm music over the next couple of years; a pumping bass line from Duck Dunn, Al Jackson's fat-back snare and Steve Cropper chopping at his telecaster while the horn section blew their memorable riff.
The first, and many believe, the best of the 'sock-it-to-me' soul stars, Wilson Pickett quickly became a major league live attraction, second only to James Brown as a crowd puller, by virtue of both his prowess as a highly charged soul shouter and his mega-macho stage presence. Pickett was the personification of the bad ass street dude. If he came along today he would be a rapper, with a vengeance, which is how he always sang.
Co-Writted By Pickett Original Issue ATLANTIC 2289 Soul from 1965 Peaks and bio:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wilson_Pickett
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