Los hombres, “let it out (let it all hang out)’
from: let it all hang out, 1967
It takes high classified, Memphis based knuckleheadery to raise hand-clapped magic to a level of comic truth such as this. Its small moving parts are delivered with a tobacco chewing self assurance that crawled out from behind a garage full of seldom used tools. The 1960’s were bereft without the meagre advice and that organ player trailing up the rear of the short and sweet “Let It All Hang Out.”
Turns out Red Ingle and the Natural Seven were partly to blame for this.