Koko Taylor is a freak of nature. There is no other way to put it, and I mean it in the best possible way. She has the ferocity of a cornered animal, the strength of a rabid elephant and the sense of humor of a mad hatter.
Koko Taylor doesn’t sing. Well, sometimes she does sing, but it is just a byproduct of the howling and crying and scratching your mind off with the rusty claws of her vocal chords.
She was huffing and puffing and boy did she bring the house down.
What's not to love?
I always admired singers who have both force and control, and koko taylor has absolute control over every vibrato of a word, every groove of a phrase, never giving in to the heroic violent undertow that is always evident , waiting for its turn.
Control is a virtue, and a skill, but with all due respect, there is nothing more beautiful then Koko Taylor when she decides it is time to start losing control. Going wild, harsh, powerful, Craaaaaazy. I get Goosebumps just thinking about it.