Album Review: Just Once In A Lifetime Hey Boy by Brenda And The Tabulations
Released in 1967 under Dionn Records, Just Once In A Lifetime Hey Boy is a soulful gem that captures the essence of its era. Hailing from the US, Brenda And The Tabulations deliver an authentic slice of Funk/Soul history with this short but impactful record. Composed of just two tracks—“Hey Boy” and “Just Once In A Lifetime”—the album punches above its weight, proving that sometimes less really is more.
The opening track, “Hey Boy,” grabs your attention right away. It’s got that classic mid-60s soul vibe, smooth yet punchy, with Brenda’s vocals shining like sunlight through storm clouds. Written by B. Payton and M. Coates, it feels personal, almost conversational, as if she’s singing directly to you—or maybe someone else entirely. That’s what makes it stick in my head; there's something raw about her delivery, like she’s pouring out emotions without holding back. You can tell this wasn’t churned out for radio play—it was crafted for hearts.
Then there’s “Just Once In A Lifetime.” This one slows things down a bit, letting the groove breathe while still keeping listeners hooked. It’s hard not to get lost in the lush harmonies and the steady rhythm section. What stands out here isn’t just the melody but how effortlessly they blend vulnerability and strength. When Brenda sings, “Just once…” you believe her. Like, yeah, I’ve been there too. That bittersweet longing hits different every time.
One thing worth noting? These songs feel timeless despite their age. Sure, they’re products of their time, but the themes resonate even today. Love, longing, second chances—they never go out of style. And let’s be real: If modern music had half the sincerity found on this record, we’d all be better off.
Reflecting on Just Once In A Lifetime Hey Boy, it strikes me how such a small release could leave such a big impression. Two tracks, no filler, just pure soul goodness. Makes you wonder why albums these days need 20+ songs when two well-done ones can hit harder than a heavyweight champ. Ain’t that somethin’?
Final thought? Listening to this album felt like finding an old photograph tucked inside a book—you know, the kind where everyone looks happy but kinda sad at the same time. Except instead of dust, this photo plays music. Yeah, weird analogy, but hey, so is life.
