Achingly self-conscious instrumentals for hip NYC ironists, expressly not for the most solemn kind of Fela Kuti fan. "Afro-soul", then, with jazz-ay overtones, psychedelic undertones and a strong current of cop-show theme musicology through its middle; the "Blaxploitation" that dare not speak its name.
Oh, who cares how you categorise it. It is big, raw horn tunes honked over a rhythm section which doesn't swing, plus plastic organ. "Reppirt Yad" is "Day Tripper" played the right way round but not very well.