The Sharpshooters let us have just a little bite of what they were dishin’ out on 1993’s acid jazz Home Cookin’ compilation released a few months back. It was rich and luscious, but only a taste; turntables, organ, sax, bass, drums all groovin’ on a new kind of jazz high.

I don’t want to scare you beat-lovin’, street-sign shakin’ folks away—I use “jazz” to describe these locals because it’s the quickest way to give you an idea of what they have accomplished on this slab. Just about all the cuts on Buck The Saw would rock the foundations on any club in town. Still, this ain’t much more than an appetizer. Barely over 26 minutes at best. You really start sweatin’ to the smooth textures created by Supreme and Daddae Chill when, like a climax without orgasm, it’s over. Well, it only leaves you wantin’ more. (This review originally appeared in The Rocket and was written by Scott Griggs.)