Adelaide soul-reggae-rock hybrid, Gorilla Jones, have plenty of talent, and an infectious energy. They sound like the kind of band that would go down great in a pub, background to a beery night out with friends.

a1904009664_5However, they also sound like a band out of its time, deeply rooted in the once ubiquitous Aussie tradition of brassy soul band mimicry.

Their second album, Ingresso, suggests the band would have been right at home doing earnest Blood Sweat & Tears covers on a small stage in the early afternoon session at a seventies Oz rock festival. The band sound like the bastard offspring of Jeff St. John & The ID & the Dynamic Hepnotics.

The thin production is the main problem here, it emasculates too many of the tunes, and Cane Goldsworthy’s voice unfortunately lacks the depth and power to make them really fly, although he does make an admirable, concentrated effort to achieve lift-off.

The horn section provides the highpoint of this album, they could have been lifted straight off a classic Otis Redding or James Brown album. The rest of the players are too low in the mix to really shine, even on the instrumental tracks.

Gorilla Jones will keep chasing the right sound, and when they finally lock it down they could well be a force to be reckoned with. At present, they have the spirit but, on the evidence provided here, the soul is still in limbo.

Reviewed by Ken Grady