In that little drought of the late 70s, I used to point to this one as "the last great organ album". In a sense, it was, if only because everything that came after that (even Earland's own Muse sides) had a de facto air of "getting back".
From a "serious jazz perspective", I suppose there's flaws aplenty. Joe & Freddy might ramble on a bit, and most all of the tunes go on just a little bit longer than they "should". But at the risk of giving the impression that I hold this type music to a "lower standard", I gotta say that none of that bothers me too awfully much. The shit grooves all the way, and I think it's safe to say that for Earland and his audience, that's grounds for a good, solid "mission accomplished".
There's certainly many "better" "jazz" albums, and there's even "better" organ albums. Yet, over the years, I've pulled this one off the shelf more often than quite a few of those. It's just got that "thing" to it, that vibe, that spirit that makes the "music" less important than the music, if you know what I mean.
And I think you do.