

I’m Gonna Love You Just a Little More Baby B Let’s just remember him for the highlights. Barry White was such a limited songwriter/arranger! Oh well, this just isn’t one of his better moments. The orchestration is utterly boorish though still lush, and the melody is even worse. I know that I’ve listened to a few early Philip Glass tracks and decided I didn’t suffer any psychological maladjustment from the experience! But all this mindless repetition with this eight-minute track (especially that loop at the beginning and again in the middle) makes me wish that White would have dared to exercise a little more creativity. The orchestration is as lush as ever, but it’s bland and meaningless. The fact that the song is less than six minutes seems like a relative blessing, but it has fewer interesting ideas than the previous track. It starts exactly like the previous track, which just means that I’m getting bored to tears! Not that the song itself has the same effect. The instrumentation is as lush as always, but that fakey mandolin sound is a rather horrible distraction. The actual song isn’t bad even though the melody is awfully trite and overstays its welcome long before it is through. The first two minutes of this seven-minute featuring White’s vocals are awful and pointless. If it was four minutes, it’d be quite a classic…įunny that Barry White’s greatest trademark (his deep-voice mumblings) is his greatest weakness. That’s not to mention that the melody is catchy and I White’s spirit-filled vocals have quite a delivery. Well, White just went ahead and proved that more is better… apart from a few shaky bridges, every bit of detail in the orchestration was fantastic. The song doesn’t really begin until the six minute mark when the orchestration apparently discovered that it had grown lush enough. A simple four-chord sequence pipes up with the piano and White brings in a few other instruments for the merry fun… although it’s certainly appealing that he used a sitar and pizzicato strings in the mix! But it’s a big waste of time if you ask me.


It’s remarkably simple for an eight minute track.
