Rather than call this blue-eyed soul, the usual euphemism for what happens when white men go to the source, let's call it red-eyed soul, reflecting Mr. Parker's truly original persona and passion. This is a magnificent record, sadly unappreciated then and now, one of the finest albums of the 70s and also one of the finest debuts in rock and roll. If you forgot what rock and roll sounds like in its real form, here it is. The Rumour, GP's backing band, is tight as it gets, absolutely professional and precise but never slick. GP sings his heart out on each and every song, which he also wrote, and his performance is genuinely moving. It is almost like he knew this record might be his only shot--I doubt if he figured he'd still be making records and gigging almost 30 years later--and sang every number like it mattered more than anything in the world to him. Every song is solid and a few verge on the classic: Soul Shoes, Schooldays, White Honey. The overall sound is somewhere between Bruce Springsteen and the Band, with Parker sounding like the natural heir to Van Morrison here, with some Otis Redding and Bob Dylan thrown in for even more flavor. But GP is never derivative. Again, the man is an original, and the songwriting is what seals the deal. He had a point of view, a voice, in these songs, mature and no nonsense. So, you ask, why didn't GP become a superstar? I can't answer that, because I've heard the record and can't think of any reason why the world didn't embrace this man.