Isaac Hayes

It isn't the bogus orgasms or the blustery soul-baring that are embarrassing. It's the fact that
Hayes has systematically substituted these gimmicks for the native sensuality of black
music. "I Love You That's All" begins promisingly: a tipsy, early morning dialogue, a toast, a
turning on of the stereo. But, instead of leaving it at that and singing, our man proceeds to
audibly demonstrate his undying love while tepid nightclub filler holds forth in t... More >